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She remembers that? I thought I was the only one.
I remember seeing her walk into my living room with her brown hair in a ponytail, tied back with about four different color scrunchies. She was so cute. For the first time ever, I realized what it was like to have a crush.
I spent the afternoon pretending like I didn’t notice her, but I did. I kept glancing at her out of the corner of my eyes, wondering why I couldn’t stop.
She answers a few more questions and then they turn to me.
“Sebastian, are you signing with The Hyenas?” one of them asks.
“No comment,” I grunt.
“Wouldn’t it be exciting to have the great Sebastian Kemp playing in San Antonio?” Alina asks with a grin, hyping me up. “I’m sure the amazing people of San Antonio would love to have the Stoney Cup brought to their lovely city for the first time ever, don’t you think?”
“So, does that mean he’s signing with The Hyenas?” the reporter asks, turning his microphone to her.
“We’ll see,” she says with a knowing grin. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
I hook her arm with mine and push through the crowd. They try to follow us up the path, but the warning look I give them makes them fall back.
“You don’t have to talk to them,” I whisper once we’re alone.
“I know,” she says with a bubbly smile. “It’s fun. Wait until the whole city is talking about you joining The Hyenas. You’ll get an extra zero added to your contract.”
I shake my head and laugh as I look at her. This woman doesn’t stop surprising me. “You’re amazing.”
“About time you noticed,” she says with a grin.
Is it too soon to be in love? How can everything move at a glacial pace for years and then suddenly rocket forward at lightning speed?
I guess love can be goofy like that sometimes.
Two giant bouncers are waiting at the massive doors. They’re about to open them for us when I remember something and stop.
“Hold on,” I say as I reach into my coat and pull out my grandmother’s old wedding ring.
Alina’s eyes light up when she sees it and I’m suddenly wishing that I was giving it to her for real.
“For the show,” I say as I take her hand.
“Right,” she says like she’s snapping out of some alternate reality. “The show.”
I hate that we’re doing this. I want this to be real. I want this to be a real engagement ring. I want her to be pledged to me.
A shiver ripples through my body as I slide the antique ring on her finger. It’s an antique, but it’s beautiful. A giant diamond with a platinum band. She can’t seem to take her eyes off it.
“Is this your grandmother’s?” she asks.
“How did you know that?”
“This is not the first time this ring has been on my finger,” she says, smiling as she looks up at me. “Marie and I used to play dress-up in your mom’s room. This ring was always my favorite.”
One day, I’ll give it to her for real.
“I’m afraid that Marie already beat you to the punch,” she says with a grin. “We used to pretend we were getting married. I might still technically be engaged to her. I’m not sure, I’ll have to check.”
“My sister is going to have to fight me for you.”
“My money is on Marie,” she says with a laugh. “Your sister fights dirty.”
