LILA'S POV
The first thing Ryker said when he called me that afternoon was—
"You better be coming tonight."
No hello. No pleasantries. Just that gravelly, demanding voice echoing through my phone speaker.
I couldn't help but laugh as I dropped my backpack onto my desk.
"Hello to you too, Ryker."
"The match starts at seven sharp," he continued, completely ignoring my sarcasm. "Doors open at six. Don't be late."
"So that's a polite invitation, is it?"
"It's a demand."
I rolled my eyes, a fond smile tugging at the corners of my mouth despite my best efforts.
Typical.
He was entirely incapable of asking for anything like a normal human being, especially when it came to his hockey games.
A few seconds later, as the reality of the schedule sunk in, I sat up straighter in my chair.
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