(Jaxon)
We sat there eating ice cream, not saying much. It felt good. Easy. Like we didn’t have to talk to fill the space.
Kendall licked her spoon clean and leaned back against the couch. “What do you wanna do now?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
She looked at me, quiet for a second. “You want me to ask you some NHL questions? Just in case Marcus calls? Might be good to get in the zone.”
I looked over at her. “Yeah. Yeah, go ahead.”
She straightened up. “Alright. Let’s start easy. What position do you play?”
“Right wing.”
“What’s your role on the team?”
“Push the offense. Keep the puck moving. Take the shot if it’s there. Set up plays if it’s not.”
She gave a slow nod. “And on defense?”
“Cover the left defenseman. Keep the puck out of our zone. Pressure their plays before they set
