Ice Hockey Stud and His Best Friend's Sister
I mouth thank you and place my ass on the stool next to Immi.
The guy on my right slaps me on the back, “honor to be sat next to you.” He says. Easily he’d pass for a hockey player, he is huge. The tattoos on his arms run from the ink around his wrists, vining up to his bulging biceps. The tight black tee with a skull on it, hugs his impressive chest tightly. “Names, Jake.”
“Good to meet you, Jake. This here is my assistant, Immi. We’re out for a bite to eat before the play offs this weekend.”