Unexpected

I sit in my apartment bored and alone. Completely content actually, with my iPod on the speaker playing my favorite indie songs, my plain bagels with strawberry cream cheese with Starbucks home brewed coffee. Sitting on my couch with my laptop open to my favorite website, NHL.com. Yeah, this is my weekend mornings. Some may find this boring and pathetic but I like it like this. It's actually what I've always thought of how my post college life would be like. Small, cheap but good for me apartment in Greenwich Village New York. My two orange tabby cats and brown miniature poodle. My place covered with art and hockey memorabilia, mostly Pittsburgh Penguins. It's a cute, clean, organized place. I've always been kind of been out there but that's okay for me. I switch to my tumblr and as I'm reading and laughing at all this shit the people I follow are saying/ posting my doorbell rings. Still in my Sidney Crosby jersey that I sleep in, I go to the door.

"GOOD MORNING LOSER!!"

"What the fuck do you want Morgan?" I say. My best friend since the ninth grade. Likes all the shit I like. Pretty much the coolest chick I know. She's a little shorter than me, curvy with a huge ass as most black girls have that she hates I don't know why. Curly, nice ,brown hair with highlights and toned from years of sports and working out. Mocha skin dressed in Nike workout clothes. That can only mean trouble for me.

“What the fuck you mean what am I doing here?" Her voice heavy with sarcasm. "We're going for a short jog in central park even though I hate running.” I groan.

“Why? Can't we just stay home and eat while watching TV?" Don't get me wrong I love working out, always have. Just today isn't a good day. I go to lie on the couch, covering my face with a pillow.

“Sera, you've been in this house for forever!" Morgan exclaims as she comes over and snatches the pillow from me.

"You're getting your ass out. I don't even like running but I'm doing this for you. Let's go get changed." Leading me to my room and to the closet. She grabs my favorite Nike running tights, sports bra and purple dri fit T-Shirt. I just sigh, grabbing my phone metro card with some cash placing them in my armband. After putting on my running shoes, we leave. We get off the subway at 57th street across from central park. After crossing we start jogging.

" Now I'm happy. Running in the park is always nice" I say.

" See! I knew you would feel better. You've kinda dropped off the radar, what's up?" Morgan has always been worried about me. I can't blame her, I'm always so busy and tend to go AWOL when shit hits the fan.

" Nothing" I say. Actually a lot. I've been single for a while since me and my kind of long time boyfriend broke up. He kind of dumped me for some other girl. My professional life is amazing, being an editor and writer for Vogue magazine even though I wish it paid more. I moved up the ranks quickly, not without my fair share of mean glares. It's my dream job, the long hours, busy schedule and traveling keeps my mind off things but gives me no time to start a new relationship.

"Is it the fact you've been single for a year?" This only makes me run faster. " Hey! Slow down!" she says running up to me. "So it is about that. It's ok you know. Plus you can do whatever you want. Sometimes I miss the single life!"

"Yeah, but still. I want to get married one day and have a family. I can't do that alone."

"I know, maybe we can go to a club or some part-" I cut her off before she can even finish the rest of that sentence.

"No," I say sharply. " I don't want to tell my kids I met their father at a club while we were dancing up on each other shitfaced. No, no, no. " Even the thought makes my skin crawl.

“Then where will you meet someone? Online? No. Clubs? No." She lists in between huffs.

"Maybe God is saving someone for me. Since it seems like I'm never getting any athlete or guy that meets my idea of perfect so I guess I'll be alone forever. I should just adopt or hire a surrogate when I'm older." I whine. I honestly think about this way too much.

"No!" Morgan screams as she stops running, "That's not gonna happen. Dude, even I got a man."

"I’ll be fine with my job and pets.” Honestly, I will! My pets will never hurt me.

"You're pathetic, you know that right?" She states glaring at me.

"I know." We finish our jog which none of broke a sweat cause, to be honest, I think we just kind of speed walked in the park. Morgan has a lunch date with her boyfriend Jon. Did I mention he's a hockey player? Yeah, NHL, Chicago Blackhawks, captain, Canadian, we got a weak spot for Canadian hockey-playing boys. They met at some party during the off-season a year ago and hit it off and have been dating ever since. Long distance but he's here until the season rolls around. Lucky her right? She is head over heels for him and vice versa. I've never seen her so happy. I honestly fangirl over them they're adorable. I'm a little jealous of her, to be honest, lucky for her it's the offseason so they can be together. I stop to buy some fruits and veggies at my favorite organic food market. As I turn to leave I bump into someone and drop my groceries.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I need to look where I'm going."

"Yeah you do, fuc-" I say as I look up, I feel like I'm gonna pass out. He has gorgeous brown eyes, pouty red lips I would kiss every chance I got. Oh my gosh that smile! He's Sidney fucking Crosby. Is this a dream? This has to be a dream.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." He apologizes.

"It's more than alright. I'm Seraphina" I say as I hold out my hand. "Sera for short. Sorry for being an ass."

"That's fine. If it was an off day I probably would've said around the same thing. Sidney."

"Sorry to sound like a know it all but I know. I'm a big penguins fan." Why am I talking so much? He probably doesn't care and probably wants to be left alone.

"Oh yeah?" People behind us are starting to get irritated so I pick up my stuff and throw them go to hell glares as we walk over to the side to talk.

"Yeah, I used to live in Pittsburgh when I was a teen. I even have tattoos of the team. Whatever it takes, we walk together, is tattooed down my spine and I have a Stanley Cup with the years we've won on my right side of my ribcage."

"That's sweet! Got any others?" He grins. I might pass out.

"Yeah, a lot others," I respond flustered. Is he seriously interested in my tattoos?

"So you were saying you lived in the Burgh?" He makes direct eye contact while he talks. It's like staring into the sun. I do my best to look at him without giggling.

" Yeah, then I went to school here in New York and I live and work here now."

"That's cool. I take it you already know about me," he says sadly. He shifts his hat to cover his eyes a little more.

" Um yeah... Guess being a world class athlete means no privacy, huh?"

"Yea, tell me about it."

" I would like to hear more about you if that's not too imposing. " I say.

" I would like that. How about this evening at the Gramercy Tavern at eight?" He asks. His expression is kind and almost innocent.

" Whoa you move fast, that's perfect I'll meet you there," I grin at him. Is this a date? How is this happening?

"No, I'll pick you up like a real man. May I have your phone?" As I give him my phone as I receive his, so many things are running through my mind while I'm putting in my info; what am I gonna wear? What if he's bullshitting me? I come back to reality after we switch phones again. "So I'll see you at 7:30-ish?" His eyes search my face.

"Yes, don't forget!" I exclaim. I try my best not to sound too excited but I think I'm failing at it.

"Don't worry, I won't. I'll see you later Sera. Can't wait to learn more about you," he says with that he smiles that million dollar smile and leaves.

Notes

I wrote this story a long time ago but never posted it anywhere because i was too chicken to. It was actually for a friend and I am going to change a lot to the story but it will pretty much will remain the same. Hope y'all enjoy it!