One nice sunny afternoon in April you were happily walking down the street listening to your iPod. Life was great! It was sunny, you were on holidays from work, and your favourite team, the Toronto Maple Leafs were in the playoffs. You couldn't ask for more.
You walked up the steps to your house and let yourself in. Since it was nice out you decided that you'd walk over to a nearby grocery store in your friendly Toronto neighbourhood. You quickly grabbed your purse and headed off, wanting to return in time for the Leafs game that was on TV in a few hours.
At the grocery store you filled your cart with your favourite fruits, veggies and other items. You headed toward the checkout with your cart full and let the teenage girl scan your items. You made small talk with her about the Leafs, as she was also a fan of them. You handed her your credit card and she slid it through the slot, and gave it back to you. You took off with your two paper bags full of groceries and left the store.
About a block from your house one of the bags felt wet on the bottom. You awkwardly peeked at the bottom of the bag and realized it was. You tried to walk faster so you would make it home before the bag ripped, but it was already in pretty bad shape. The bag ripped open, spilling all of its contents on the sidewalk below. You were not impressed.
You started picking up the groceries, putting what you could into the other bag, and stuffing some stuff into your large purse. Your head was down so you weren't aware of your surroundings so naturally you jumped a little when you heard a man's voice from above you.
"Miss, I think this belongs to you," he said, holding out an apple in front of him.
"Thanks so much," you reply with a smile on your face. The man was quite attractive, in that more rugged athletic looking way.
"I'm Phil. Phil Kessel. Do you live near here? I could help you carry your groceries if you'd like," he said with a big grin on his face.
"I'm Y/N, and yeah I live just a block over," you said, grateful for his offer of assistance.
He picked up the rest of your groceries and the two of you started walking towards your house. You talked about hockey, and how pumped you both were that the Leafs were in the playoffs.
"This is me," you say as you get to your house. You unlock the door and the two of you walk in and set the groceries down on the counter.
"Thanks so much Phil, good luck in your game tonight," you said smiling.
"Not a problem Y/N, it was nice meeting you. And thanks," he replied. He smiled at you then left, since he had to head to the rink for the game.
You thought you'd never see him again, which made you a little sad. He was so nice and friendly and sweet. You'd always liked him as an athlete, but now you could say you liked him as a person too.
When you were unloading the groceries, a white piece of paper fell to the floor. You looked at it in wonder, noticing it was a little ripped up and couldn't have been the receipt. You looked at it and it said Phil 888-8888 Call Me!
Looks like you'd be seeing him again after all!
