The summons came on a Tuesday evening through a simple text on his phone and Noah knew who it was before he even opened the text. Just an address and a time, 7:00 PM. He stared at the message for several seconds before locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket.
Across the room, Reid was bent over his desk, watching game highlights on his laptop.
"You look like somebody just told you finals got moved to tomorrow."
Noah stood up and grabbed his jacket. "Something like that."
"You coming back tonight?"
"Eventually."
Reid nodded. "Good. Because if Coach makes us do another six a.m. conditioning skate, I'm dropping out and becoming a pizza delivery guy."
Noah managed a weak smile before stepping out of the room, but the smile disappeared the moment he was outside.
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