"I'm telling you, Jane, he ran me to class, said it was nice meeting me, asked me to consider coming to another game to see how they really play, and then left and I haven't heard a word from him since."

She was beginning to regret telling her sister about the incident in the first place. She had learned long ago that she and Jane had very different reactions to guys. Especially...um, good looking...ones.

"Ugh. How lame is that?!"

"It's not lame at all. I didn't give him my contact info."

"You what?!"

"Believe it or not, Jane, I'm not in the habit of pushing my phone number on guys. He didn't ask, and even if he had, I wouldn't have given it to him. We'd only met 10 minutes earlier, and I don't even know his last name!"

"Skye!" Her sister sounded completely and utter fed up, and Skye couldn't blame her: she was feeling the same way. "A hot guy literally saves you, and then escorts you to class, and you don't even take a step to initiate further contact! How can I possibly be related to you?!"

"I'm wondering the same thing. You didn't even see him! How can you know he's hot?!"

"Ah, ha! So he is hot?"

"I didn't say that."

"Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't."

"You did, too. You asked me how I could know that he's hot. That's as good as admitting it."

"Ridiculous."

"Is he?"

"What?"

"Hot!"

There was a pause, before: "Look, Jane, I'm going to hang up in the 10 seconds. Just thought you might like the warning."

"Okay, look. The solution is very simple. All you have to do is go to one of their games. You could bring a banner or a sign or something, and he could see that you're there, and then-"

"Jane, listen to me, and listen well, because we're never having this conversation again. There is no way I am EVER going to go to an Eagles game. Now, goodbye."

Two days later...

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know..."

"Jeffrey, you seriously need to find some energy, get up off the floor, and stop moping."

"I'm not moping."

"You are too moping. You've turned into a boneless sack of flesh because your girlfriend left you and as a result you and I are spending a perfectly good Saturday doing nothing. It's pitiful."

"She didn't leave me. And I'm not moping."

"No, you're right. She didn't leave you. She's just out of town for the weekend! So stop acting like you have nothing to live for and let's DO something, for once!"

"What do you want to do?"

"Oh, I don't know..."

"People in glass houses, Skye..."

"How 'bout we go to a game?"

"That could be fun. I think the Red Socks are playing."

"Um, I was thinking more along the lines of maybe, you know, hockey?"

"The Bruins?"

"Yeah, not quite. How do you feel about the Eagles?"

(To be continued.)

First off, sorry for the long wait. I'll keep the excuses short: midterms. (And a backpacking trip…) Two corrected mistakes to note in Chapter One: (1) Boston College, instead of Boston University. (Thanks, PUCKABRINALOVER.); (2) I just realized that I already used the name Ian in Via Telephone, so Ian (hockey Ian) is now Matt. Sorry for any confusion on that front. Thanks for hanging in there, guys. Really appreciate it.