“But I am athletic.” She gives me a look that says otherwise. “Are you serious?”
Her attention gets pulled by Evan walking in behind me, and she asks him the same question. He stops, looks at me, and then back to her.
“More athletic?” he repeats, wondering if he got the translation right.
“Yeah, like soccer or baseball,” she adds.
“Me. I’m athletic. No?” he asks.
“That’s what I said.” I slap him on the shoulder, glad I’m not the only one confused by this question.
“But if you were more athletic …” she reiterates, and I can see the other girls trying not to laugh.
“Is this a trend?” I groan while she keeps holding the mini mic in front of me. “Fine. I’d be a sailor,” I tell her.
“And you, Evan?” She turns the furry mic to my best friend.
“Soccer probably.” He nods as we walk off into the tunnel to the giggles of the content girls.
“More athletic,” I grumble, shaking my head as we walk away.
I findher in the tunnel packing up after I’ve gotten changed, the other girls are already gone.
“More athletic,” I say to her.
She doesn’t look up. “It’s a trend, Fish. Did I bruise your ego?”
“Kind of.”
“It’s for content, the public loves it. All the teams are doing it. And you gave a great answer, sailing, very unexpected.”
“I panicked,” I confess.
“Clearly.” She zips the bag and finally looks at me. “What’s up?”
“Nothing. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t out here actually thinking I’m not athletic.”
“Fish, you play hockey for a living. I literally watched you skate for two hours this morning.”
“So, you admit I’m athletic.” I smirk at her.
“I thought you were tougher than that.”
“Come on, say it, you think I’m athletic.” I goad her.
“I’m not saying shit.” She grins at me. Oh, I think the St. Pierre stubbornness runs through her veins, too. “I’m not one of your puck bunnies who will happily stroke your ego.”
“Oh, I can assure you they very much do enjoy stroking my ego,” I say, wiggling my brows at her.
She scrunches up her face. “Ew. I don’t need to hear about what you did with that brunette.”
“Oh, she definitely liked stroking my ego.”
She slaps me but is laughing. “You’re so disgusting. I bet you haven’t even called her back after she gave you a good stroking.”
“I didn’t get her number.”
Collette rolls her eyes. “Of course you didn’t.”