"No, Mack, I'm not gonna give you my number right now."
He just blinks at her, tilting head. The why not? is written so cleanly on his face.
"Because, Mack. It's, it's just…"
His eyes are closer to a shade of hazel in this lighting. Christ.
"Well, you're on the BU men's hockey team. And I'm—"
Will gestures to the Eagle on her sweater, but Mack just raises an eyebrow, like so?
And yeah. It's a poor excuse. Will tries again.
"I mean, I barely even know you. We've only met like three times now."
Mack nods slowly. She goes on.
"Yeah, I mean it's kinda crazy we've even run into each other so much this past week."
"I think it's a sign," Mack says immediately. Those big stupid eyes, so stupidly serious. "From the universe. Or God or something. Letting you know you should give me your number."
So excited for this one, seriously. My favourite gsh and mack interactions by far. Please please please drop me a line if you also have thoughts about it, I love talking gsh and willmack and hockey. The yapping really keeps me going!!