One Shots
Gabriel Landeskog (2)
You were supposed to meet your friends an hour ago, but they were no-shows. You checked your phone to confirm the timing, searching for some way to reason with why they weren’t here, but it was correct. This little coffee shop in Denver was one of your favorite places to hang out, and you always met here. But they weren’t anywhere in sight, and you didn’t know what to do but wait.
You waited for another half-hour, before hitching your bag onto your shoulder and making your way out, still staring at your phone dismally. You bumped into someone at the door, knocking you over and causing you to drop your phone. “Oh, sorry!” you heard someone say. You looked up to see a handsome tall, blonde man reaching down to pick up your phone, handing it back to you with a small smile. “Sorry about that, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” His blue eyes sparkled, mesmerizing you.
"Oh, yeah, sorry, I wasn’t really watching, either," you trailed off.
"No, no, it’s okay. I’m Gabe," he said, extending a hand to you. You shook it, introducing yourself.
"What’s a beautiful lady like you doing here alone? You look a little dejected."
"Oh, uhh, my friends kind of stood me up," you admitted, cheeks reddening.
"That’s too bad," he frowned. "Here, why don’t you come sit with me? I’ll get you a coffee to make up for kinda knocking you over."
"Oh! Uhh, sure, if it’s not too much trouble, I guess," you said, a little uncomfortable. Gabe was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny it. And he had said you were beautiful, as well as buying you a coffee. He wasn’t so bad, you decided.
You found a two-seat table and sat there, chatting. He told you all about his adventures in playing professional hockey, with him being captain of the Avalanche here in Colorado. It was pretty interesting, even though you hadn’t really been a fan of hockey before. Maybe that was about to change.
Your life was hardly interesting at all compared to Gabe’s, but that didn’t matter to him. He listened to all of your lame stories growing up and asked about your goals in life. You didn’t know what you wanted to do, you confessed, and he accepted that. No “You should try this” or
“maybe you’d like that” shit.
By the end of the afternoon, you realized the time.
"Oh, shit, I’ve got to go. I’ve still got errands to run and stuff," you said quickly, glancing at your phone and standing up, gathering your bag once more.
"Wait!" Gabe said. "At least let me get your number so I can see you again sometime."
You sighed. “Okay.” Swapping phones, you quickly typed your number and contact info in. Handing it back, you said “It was really nice to meet you, Gabe. Good luck in hockey!” before pivoting around to leave.
"You’re not going to leave your phone here, are you?"
"Sorry," you blushed. You grabbed it, taking one last look at his stunning figure before turning around to leave. You had barely reached the door when your phone buzzed. A text from Gabriel lit up the screen:
When can I see you again?
