in the dressing room, luca carefully walked up to shane, who was taping his hockey stick.
“shane, um, do you think you and ilya are going to host this year’s halloween party?”
almost immediately, shane nodded. “sure, why not? it’ll be fun.”
luca beamed at him. “awesome, thank you! then could i get a chance to see your trophies? last year, ilya told everyone that he really loved your trophy room in montréal. and he loved spending time with you there. do you have a trophy room here, too?”
to luca’s surprise, shane was blushing, and started muttering under his breath, sounding like oh my god.
was shane simply being modest? luca admired him for that.
“did he say anything else about my… trophies? and yes, i’ll show you, luca,” said shane, avoiding eye contact.
luca shook his head, completely bewildered.
with his hockey stick in hand, shane quickly turned around to ilya’s direction at the other side of the room.