Connor McDavid was one of the nicest people you had ever met. He was caring, thoughtful, generous, kind, you could list his attributes until the day you died. He was the perfect gentleman, always checking to make sure you weren't cold, or tired, or thirsty, or hungry. He was the first man in a long time to have shown genuine concern about how you were feeling.
You had met Connor through a mutual friend. She had tried to set you up on dates time and time again and they all ended up failing, some slower than others. The last guy she set you up with you had dated for almost a year before you found out he had started seeing another girl around the six month mark.
After that you were skeptical about going on any more of her set up dates. But she managed to talk you into this one. You were, admittedly, closed off when you first talked to Connor over the phone. The prospect of only talking to someone once over a video call before going on a date with them was a little daunting.
But it had all gone well. You learned almost everything about him in that hour and a half you talked. He told you he was a hockey player and that he was currently on a road trip to the American east coast but the second he was back he would take you on a date. Initially you weren't the least bit surprised your friend had set you up with a hockey player. You were surprised, however, that as the day of your date drew closer and closer, you were getting more and more excited.
Your first date was just a simple walk to Connor's favorite breakfast place in downtown Edmonton. You were excited to spend the morning with him. It was the first time in a long time that you were genuinely looking forward to one of your blind dates.
Your phone buzzed with a text from Connor. You smiled at the two word message and wrapped your scarf around your neck as you walked out of your apartment.
"Good morning," Connor greeted you with a smile as you walked through the lobby doors out onto the sidewalk. He kissed your cheek as he gave you a gentle hug.
"Good morning," you returned the greeting. "I'm looking forward to this."
"Me too," Connor agreed, holding open the passenger side door of his car for you. You smiled as you watched him jog around to the other side. "So I thought we could go out for breakfast and then maybe go over to the museum?"
"I love it there," you breathed, looking over at him. A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips. "Yes, I'm in, let's do it."
"This is my favorite breakfast place," Connor said as he parked along the curb outside the restaurant. "They've got a fruit salad that is absolutely to die for."
"Count me in," you giggled. "I love fruit salad."
The hostess greeted Connor by name as he led the way into the restaurant. She led you to a table tucked away in the corner, clearly one Connor usually sat in when he was here.
"Thank you," you said as he pulled out a chair for you.
"No problem," he said, sitting down across from you.
A waiter came by your table quickly and took your order nearly five minutes after you were seated.
"Two fruit salads and maple teas, please," Connor ordered. "Trust me, they're the best."
"You haven't given me a reason not to trust you yet," you replied with a smile.
You laughed as Connor told you stories about traveling with the team. He promised to give you tickets to the next available home game, saying that he would love to have you cheering for him in the stands. He was the sweetest of the guys your friend had set you up with thus far. You made a mental note to buy her a thank you present.
