“All right, enough chatter. Drop the puck, bitch.” He snorts. “Did you really just call me bitch?” “Yes. I’m practicing my trash talk.” I stop. “Wait. I just realized I can’t use it during a game. I could never call another girl a bitch, even if I secretly think she is one. That’s so derogatory.” “But you can call me that?” “Yes, quite easily, actually. It’s alarming.” A reluctant smile lurks on his lips.
