The Chance

05 || Mrs. Parker

Crew - GoldLink

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Evie

Surfer boy.

That's all I could collect from the appearance of the man sitting next to me right now.

His hair was extremely blonde but not in an ugly way. There were some light hints of brown in his curlier locks that framed his structured face.

His tan made the freckles splattered across his skin fairly prominent. And his eyes. Jeez his eyes were so green they looked fake.

"Are you wearing colored contacts?"

His eyebrows draw together in confusion before he laughs. "I asked you for your name and the first thing you ask is if I have colored contacts on."

I shrug at his clear amusement, "Just wondering." I give him a short response back. I'd be stupid to act like I don't know who I'm talking to.

Aiden Parker is quite the surfer back in the Golden State of California. Which is odd since he's quite the hockey player here in Boston but nevertheless, I won't question it for now.

"Aiden." he introduces himself.

"Evie." I reciprocate the formality.

He leans his elbow against the desk and places his head in his palm. I sit back and pick up the paper, looking at everyone getting acquainted with their partners as well.

This personal finance class isn't the worst but when you have mostly athletes who clearly have no backup plan if their NBA, NHL, NFL, or MLB dreams fail-it gets a little intense.

A few minutes of chatter later and I somehow find myself walking the cobblestone paths in step with said surfer boy.

And as much as I hate being wrong, he isn't that bad.

He's actually able to hold a conversation without making an inappropriate comment or saying "bro" in every sentence which part of me didn't expect, but I wonder if it's because I'm not his type.

From what he said he's strictly into blondes because what hockey player isn't into blondes.

"I know a guy," he starts and I realize I voiced my opinion out loud. "He'd go for the right personality over looks if he met the right person."

"And who is this guy?" I question.

"Interested?"

I give him a glare before focusing back in front of me. "Wondering." I say as we reach the parking lot.

"Well, Mrs Parker, I'd be honored to share that information but-"

"Hold on," I interrupt him. "What makes you think I'd ever take your last name?" My tone is less than friendly, but joking. Partially.

"Common sense. I'd have you swooned over Evie." He boasts his so-called charm in my face.

The laugh I let out is close to a snort. "In your dreams Aiden. If it came down to it I'd have you so obsessed with me you'd become an Adler in a heartbeat."

"I don't agree," he shakes his head at me. "Aiden Adler sounds wrong. However, Evie Parker has a nice ring to it."

I slow my pace when I eye my car in the distance. "And by a nice ring you mean one that makes my ears bleed, right?" My tone is lighter but still bitter because I hate the sound of my name with his last.

Even if his last name reminds me of my favorite superhero ever, Aiden Parker would never be able to compete with Peter Parker. They're not comparable.

"When are you free to start this?" I ask, referring to the project we're partnered on.