Moving up to the NHL

That must be Jarry. I am thinking of what to say. I never talked a famous person before, well, besides those thirty seconds I spent talking to Sid.
"I hope you know that it's Tristan," text Jarry. Not to be creepy, but I already know who it is.
"Hey! What's up?" I text back not even thinking. I don't want to sound like a dork, but I don't want to sound like a creep either.
"Laying on Sid's couch watching TV," he texts back. That was kind of dorky. He must be over at Sid's or he must live there or something. He just got called up to the NHL, so I doubt he has his own place yet. He may want to see if he's staying in Pittsburgh, which I hope he is.
"Cool, I was just getting ready for bed," I say. I need to stop sounding dorky and nerdy.
"Oh, well, go to bed and we can talk tomorrow."
"Okay, I really want to talk tomorrow. Too bad I have work tomorrow morning. I get off at noon though."
"Wait, one more thing, can I pick you up at work and go to dinner or something? Sid is right here pestering me to ask you out. He knows I'm sorta into you," he texts back with an emoji that looks kinda nervous. Is he really into me and did he really ask me out? I almost passed out. My favorite goalie wants to go out with me? I have some big news for Kristen and Karen. I hope they are on the schedule tomorrow.
"Yes, I would love to go to dinner," I text as my thumbs shake uncontrollably. I am really excited. "Great, I will pick you up after work tomorrow. Go to bed and get some rest. I will text you in the morning."

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