Twenty Questions

Sid and Willow had been texting each other for over a month. In the prep room at Skates and Plates they had gotten into a conversation about photography and Sid asked for her business card so that he could check out her website. Without putting too much thought into it, Willow handed a card to Sid and then excused herself to grab a spot on the floor of the CONSOL. About a week later, Willow got a text from a strange number.

The text messages came sporadically throughout the day for the weeks to follow. Sid would ask Willow where she was shooting, what was for dinner, and in general just goofy things he thought that would make her laugh. Willow’s texts to Sid were usually anything but hockey. She knew who “Sidney Crosby” was. Hell, a person living in Pittsburgh would have to be either dead or living under a rock to not know who Sidney Crosby was. She was happy to talk to Sid about anything he wanted to and the conversations flowed very easily.

Tonight, Willow felt like the last few texts from Sid had an undertone. Maybe it was that she felt a pull in her belly. She couldn’t decide if it was from the vodka on an empty stomach or the fact that she was slightly turned on by the fact that Sid remembered what perfume she wore. With a little hesitation, Willow replied to Sid’s text.

How in the world did you remember that? S&P was such a hectic night!

Willow hoped that her reply would derail any bad intentions that either she or Sid were thinking of having. She grabbed some crackers from the cabinet and proceeded to quell the rumbling in her belly. No sooner did she have a mouthful of crackers, her phone buzzed.

You were wearing a black jacket with a purple crystal flower pin, black pants and black boots.

Willow stared at the text. Heck, she couldn’t remember what she wore yesterday, more or less three months ago. What was Sid up to tonight?

Never did find out what you were wearing underneath.

That wasn't hunger pains Willow has having as her jaw dropped to the floor.

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