Pucked On Ice
He took the phone, typed in his number, and handed it back.
I saved it, then asked, “Okay, so what’s your name?”
“It’s Nico,” he said, almost like he was apologizing for it. “Not a nice name, huh?”
I snickered. “It’s cool. I’m Dex, by the way.”
Nico’s eyes widened slightly, something flickering across his face for a split second before he smoothed it out. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Dex.”
“Same.” I nodded.
I left before I could do anything else stupid.
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