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But tonight, instead of hockey talk, I’ll let him know that I’ve decided on a direction for my future.
He’s probably been wondering, so I’m curious as to how he’ll respond.
I hope he’s happy, because I sure am.
My good mood continues as I spend the remainder of the afternoon getting ready for the game. I eat a light late lunch down in the kitchen, then head upstairs to change into jeans, sneakers, and a black-and-silver Thunder hoodie over a black V-neck tee.
When I’m heading back downstairs, Nils is walking in the front door.
“Hey,” I say, stopping on the bottom step. “How was lunch with Finn?”
“It was good,” he replies as he sets his key fob in the bowl on the stand in the entry hall. Chuckling as he looks me over, he says, “Someone is ready for the game.”
“You know it,” I retort.
I think about bringing up my decision now, but Nils looks tired.
Sure enough, he yawns and says, “I think I’m going to get in my pregame nap now. We’re still on for driving down to the arena together, right?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Definitely.”
“Cool.”
Nils heads toward the stairs to go up and take his nap, and I make my way to the kitchen to clean up from lunch.
Yeah, I never did clear the table.
I get my cleaning in and spend some time catching up on my phone. The next thing I know, Nils is padding into the kitchen, asking me if I’m ready to go.
“Yep.” I stand and stow my phone away in my jeans pocket. “Let’s go.”
On the way down to the game, we don’t have a lot to talk about, just some random chitchat. So I determine this is a good time to bring up my plans.
Looking over at Nils as his eyes remain on the road, I clear my throat and say, “Hey, I wanted to tell you something. You’re actually going to be the first to know.”
“Wow, okay. I’m honored.” Glancing over at me, he raises a brow. “What do you want to tell me?”
I blow out a breath, and then I announce, “I finally made a decision about my future.”
He coughs, like he’s surprised. “Whoa, no way, you did? Really? So, what did you decide?”
We’re at a red light, and this time when he looks at me, there’s a clear mix of excitement and trepidation in his expression. One thing for sure, he’s invested in what I’m about to say.
That makes me feel better about my decision.
Smiling at him, I say softly, “I’m staying in Atlanta.”
Nils breaks out into the biggest grin, one that is so genuine that it warms my heart.
“You are?” he asks quietly, like he needs to hear it again.
I nod and confirm, “Yes, I’m staying.”
“What about law school?”
“I’m still going to go, but I’ll need to apply to schools down here.”
The light turns green, and, still smiling big and wide, he hits the gas.
