Amalia Anderson
We were ready and at the lobby five minutes earlier than the rest. I knew Nick and Piper were going to be slightly late, if that meant they were doing it like monkeys in heat. Mason, Josh, and Alexander would be in the ick of time, or as Alex says, "Ten minutes late is fashionably late."
"Are you sure they will be here? I made the reservation by 8:30?" Andrew sighed, seeing the minutes tick by, and I nodded.
His hockey friends, a tall blonde with sparkles in his eyes - Pat, and the other one, whom Andrew called "Cap", but he introduced himself as Raymond Livingston, were already there. I guess having to be there on time as a team was something they were used to. Being on time was not my family´s strong suit.
The elevator doors opened, and I hoped it was one of the l
