Page 11 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

"I can definitely see Gabriela doing that. But his reaction made him seem so guilty. If he hadn't done anything wrong, he would have laughed it off rather than asking where you got the picture from."

Damn. Kristen was right. He was so guilty. I buried my face in my hands. Two years of memories, all ruined by Chris and that bitch Gabriela. I couldn't believe that she had taken everything from me again.

"How about we get some ice cream?" suggested Kristen.

"I don't want to move."

"Okay, I'll get you some. Be right back." Kristen got up and walked over to a nearby ice cream vendor.

I closed my eyes and waited for her to return.

"Rough day?" asked a deep voice next to me.

I opened my eyes and looked over at him. He seemed familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. I had probably seen him in a commercial or something. He was certainly handsome enough to be in a commercial.

"You have no idea," I said.

"Well, I think I might have something to cheer you up."

Oh God. Is this guy seriously hitting on me right now? "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. How about a magic trick?"

"You really think magic is going to impress me? I'm not an eight year old boy."

He laughed. "What if I told you I could make your missing phone appear?"

"How'd you know..." Suddenly something clicked and I realized where I recognized him from. He was the guy I had run into in the locker room. I hadn't recognized him because he wasn't naked. "Oh my God." My face started to turn bright red. First I had barged into the men's locker room and ripped his towel off, and now he was sitting next to me right after I had been crying. And I was sweaty and my jersey was covered in snot. I was a hot mess.

He smiled at me. "So you do remember me after all?"

"I'm so sorry I ran into you the other day. I was on my phone and accidently walked in there. I promise I didn't see anything though."

"It's okay," he said, handing me my phone. "Please tell me you'll stop crying now that you have your phone back? It pains me to see a girl as beautiful as you upset."

I forced a small laugh. "Oh yeah, I was totally sobbing inconsolably because I lost my phone."

"Do you want to talk about what's really wrong?"

"Not really."

"Okay. Want to play a game instead? It'll be good to get your mind off of whatever's bothering you."

"What game?"

"Guess the sport. Every time someone walks by, we have to try to guess what event they're competing in. Here, I'll go first." He pointed at an Asian girl walking by who looked like she was twelve years old. "See her? Definitely a gymnast. Your turn."

I looked around at the different options. There were a few people walking by who were in great shape, but they didn't have distinctive characteristics that betrayed their sport. Then I spotted a sloppy guy with a big gut and a baseball cap. I pointed at him. "First baseman on a baseball team?"

Bryce laughed. "Could be. But I'm pretty sure he's just the cashier at the burger stand."

"Oh. Oops. Your turn. What do you think of those two guys over there?"

"Eh, I'm not really into guys," said Bryce.

"That's not what I meant."

"But that seven foot tall guy who just walked by is a basketball player. You're up. You should try to guess the sport of that handsome stud on the bench."

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