Betting on Kane (Blackhawks Fan-fiction)

Chapter 2

Megan

As Patrick and I exit Theory's, I turn to him and say as I point across the street and down about half a block, "Should I leave my car in the parking garage over there?"

"You parked over there too? Great, we can get your car and park it in the garage at my place.  It'll be more convenient."  He says.

We walk quickly to the garage because it's cold, plus the play starts in under an hour.  Patrick is parked on the 2nd floor while I am on the 4th.  He, like a gentleman, walks me to my car.  We both hop in and I drive him down to his car.  As I wait for him to get into his car, I begin to actually think about what is happening.

I met Patrick Kane in a bar.  Now I am going to his place and then to the play with him.  Patrick.  Kane.  This can't actually be happening.  I have to be dreaming or in a coma.  Maybe I was in a car accident and I am unconscious in a hospital somewhere.  Although if I was dreaming, Patrick Kane probably would've been Gordon Beckham because I'm a baseball girl first then hockey.

Patrick beeps his horn startling me out of my thoughts.  I slowly follow him down to the exit.  I stop as I wait for Patrick to pay the attendant.  He pulls through the gate.  I pull up and hand the attendant my ticket.  He hands me $20.

"I'm sorry this isn't right."  I say to the attendant.

"The guy in front of you paid.  He said to give you the change.  That's what I'm doing." He replies.

"Oh, thank you.  Have a good night."  I tell him.

I pull up behind Patrick who was stopped waiting for me.  I turn and follow him out.  I'm not sure what's going to happen, but whatever this is: dream, coma or reality, I'm interested in seeing where it goes.

Patrick

"This night certainly took a turn for the better."  I think as I head toward my condo.  "Although, my mom is going to be pissed tomorrow when I don't have the condo decorated for Christmas."

It's only a five minute drive from the bar to my condo, but it gives me time to think through what I am doing.  "What am I doing?"  I wonder.  I suppose I just need to go with it.  Let her take the lead because I know I don't want another incident like Buffalo.  She doesn't seem like that type of girl, but they all seem nice and normal in the beginning.

I hadn't really decided on any particular route as I turn into the garage at the Trump Tower.  I roll down my window to let Jerry, the garage attendant, know about Megan.

"Evening, Mr. Kane." Jerry says.

"Hey, Jerry.  How are you?  I just wanted to let you know that the car coming in behind me is with me and will be parking in my guest spot."

"Thanks for telling me, Mr. Kane.  Will the car be here all night?"

"I'm not sure yet, but maybe."

"Okay, no problem.  I will take the car's information as it comes in.  Have a great evening."

"Thanks, Jerry."  I reply.  "I intend to." I think to myself.

I pull forward and see Megan's car pull in behind mine.  She stops and speaks briefly with Jerry before he waves me on.  

I drive to the floor with my reserved parking spots.  I bought this place nearly eight years ago, and I still enjoying coming home to it.  It provides me with all the security and privacy that I need.  I can come and go through the garage and no one knows it but Jerry or a few of the other attendants.  People can't just knock on my door unless they have clearance or I receive a call ahead of time.  It's been perfect.