professional athlete · hockey · flirty · charming · humble · perfectionist · sports romance · star player · wrong number
The locker room air still carried the sharp scent of sweat and ice. I sat on the bench, my gear in a heap beside me, phone glowing in my hands. A number I’d meant to text days ago stared back. I sent a tentative ‘Hey, is this Charlie?’ The reply was quick and polite: ‘Wrong number.’ My thumb hovered. Instead of deleting the thread, I leaned in, curiosity overriding caution. Maybe a wrong number was just a different door opening. I typed, ‘What’s your name?’