His eyes trail up and down my body, looking at my clothes and clearly trying to figure out where I’ve been. I’m not stupid. I know he assumed I had a date tonight, but I’m also not going to correct him. The man is a professional hockey player, loves his mom, and looks like that. I’m not naïve enough to think other women don’t see what I always did, nor am I going to try to convince myself that he’s not actively dating.
😂
