Delayed|C. Talbot

Chapter 1

Florence's POV

I literally can't believe that Cam Talbot actually wants to hang out with me. I don't even know how to react right now.

I follow him to the food court area and we look around at the options.

"Does pizza sound okay to you?" He asks me, his eyes fixated on the neon "PIZZA" sign in front of him.

"Who doesn't like pizza?" I ask him, walking toward the shop.

"Eh, that's true." He says, realizing that he asked a stupid question.

We walk into the little bodega and he asks me what I would like, his treat. I try to protest it but he simply tells me that I won't win and I stop protesting it.

"I would like two plain slices, thanks." I tell him.

"Anything to drink?" He says, walking to the fridge.

I follow him over and grab a Lady Libertea Snapple for myself and Cam grabs a pineapple-mint VROU for himself.

He asks me to grab us a table as he goes back to the counter to get the pizza and to pay.

I take a table which has a clear view of not only the flight board but it also has a nice view of the city at street level. Something I don't see very often as I don't live in Manhattan.

I must have been visibly enjoying the view as I am somewhat startled when Cam sits down across from me.

"Scared ya?" He asks, laughing a bit.

"Not really, just zoned out." I admit.

"I kinda wanna get to know you, I mean we live in the same places for the most part. I mean we both grew up in Caledonia and now we both live in New York. Which brings up the question, why'd you come to New York? I mean you don't need to answer but I guess it would explain a few things," he rambles.

"It's no problem. I'm here for music production at NYU, it's my senior year." I inform him, telling him my age so he doesn't think I'm so much younger than he is because I do look very young for my age. I mean I'm 22 but I'm short so I literally look 16. It's weird.

"I was gonna say that you don't come all this way for nothing. But that's really cool! Are you originally from New York or were you born and raised in Ontario?" He asks, interested.

"I was born in Brooklyn and lived there for a while but then my dad's job got moved up to Ontario and we settled up in Caledonia. Since I'm so much older than my brother, the one I told you about, I always try to go back home as often as I can to see him. He wants me to bring him to a game soon, which I'll try to do but on a college student's budget, that's kinda impossible." I explain to him and his eyes seem to light up when he hears that I want to bring my brother to one of his games. I hope he doesn't offer to get us tickets. That's something I wouldn't be able accept.

"It's awesome that you're going back home to see your brother and then going back to your home town for school. I understand what you mean about the college student budget. If you want, I could talk to coach and see if your brother could practice with the team, how old is he?" Cam asks me, eyes lighting up.

"Mason's 15, you don't have to ask for him to practice with you guys, that's too much. God I sound like my mother." I tell him.

"Nonsense, it's the least I could do a fellow goaltender, especially a guy that models himself after me." He says, picking his words carefully.

"I guess it would be a good idea to get him out of Ontario for a little while, especially while we are both off from school, I mean. When's your next home game?" I ask Cam, thinking about using the time between my question and his answer to pull out my phone to check StubHub for ticket prices.

"Well you could either go to the Habs game on the 29th or the Canes game on the 31st, I could pull strings and find a way to get you to go to both if you want me to. Don't stress about the whole price thing." He offers.

"I was honestly about to check the ticket sites for those two games. I can't ask you to get me and Mase tickets. That's too much to ask, you're already gonna try to get him to practice with you guys." I tell him, knowing that my protests aren't gonna get me anywhere.

"Too bad Florence, I have a couple tickets laying around for those games at my apartment. I was gonna give them to my friend and his girlfriend but she kinda went into labor and now they're new parents. So if you want them, let me know. They're great seats, right against the glass behind the bench. If I remember correctly, they're situated so one is behind where I sit and the other is to my right I believe." He informs me about the tickets.

"How would I be able to tell you if I wanted the tickets if I have no way of contacting you?" I say, implying that I wanted/needed his number.

"That would be a thing that's necessary. Pass me your phone." He says, handing me his and taking mine.

I type my number into his phone as he does the same thing to mine. I hand him back his phone as he hands me mine.

"How much longer is the delay?" He says, twisting in his seat.

I see that there's 6 and a half hours left on the delay.

"We were in here for that long? That's absurd." He says, as shocked as I am.

We walk back to where we left our stuff.

Cam is a really down to earth and easy to talk to guy. I like this.

A/N Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I really like this idea and I don't know if I mentioned it but this is set in January. Leave your feedback, otherwise thats it. Byeeeeee