Page 152 of Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Gio: With that attitude, he might.

Gio: Switching gears: how was work today?

Austin: The usual.

Austin: Oh! That’s a lie—your fan club was in my office today asking about you.

Gio: Fan club? Be more specific, I have like, 50 of them.

Austin: Cute.

Austin: I mean my students. Remember Fanboy Paul? He’s obsessed with finding out details about our relationship and sent Logan (the TA) in to fish around. Everrryyyyone has a big ol’ crush on you.

Gio: I respect the dedication.

Austin: He’s relentless. Logan tried to act casual, but I could tell he had a list of questions.

Gio: Like what?

Austin: Oh, you know, the usual. How long we’ve been dating, what your favorite food is, whether you’re single (again, YOU ARE NOT), and if you’ve ever fought a bear.

Gio: A bear?

Austin: Apparently, he thinks you’re some kind of Canadian action hero.

Gio: I mean, I do play hockey. Basically the same.

Austin: Sure, if skating really fast counts as “fighting a bear.”

Gio: I’d totally take a bear down if it meant impressing you.

Austin: You’ve already won me over. No need to get your face torn off toimpress me.

Gio: Good to know. But if Paul asks again, I can invite him to a game.

Austin: You’d make his year. His face would melt off.

Gio: That’s the point.

Austin: How soon do you have to be in your uniform?

Gio: Little bit yet, I’m about to get tapped up by the trainer. My shoulder’s been bothering me so he’s gonna take a look at it.

Austin: Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?!

Gio: I’m not HURT. It’s just sore. The usual

Gio: You worried about me, babe?

Austin: I’m worried about the win.

Gio: Wow.

Gio: What would you do to make me feel better if I were hurt?

Austin: Oh, you know. Soup or something.

Gio: SOUP? That’s it?

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