Je t'aime, tu sais?

"And Patrice, who is this cute girl of yours?" Guill asked his brother in French as Alex and Jamie joined their table. Patrice couldn't remember a more embarrassing moment, save the one he almost totalled Jamie's tiny body with his Audi.
He flushed bright red and began to reprimand his brother in a hushed whisper until Jamie herself was seated next to him and spoke up.
"I'm his friend, and you?" She asked in French. Guilluame's eyes opened and he switched to English to apologize greatly.
"I just have never know for Patrice to have many friends outside of the club," he gave his brother a glance, as if to say "y'know?" "Especially two pretty ladies, such as yourselves," he flashed a smile that Jamie recognized.
"It nothing to worry about," Jamie blushed.
"Jamie, this is my friend, Milan, and my brother, Guilluame and his girlfriend, Gretta; they are in from Quebec." Patrice introduced his table. "This is my friend, Jamie, and her friend, Alex."
"I'm from Boston, though," Milan waved. "Definitely not Quebec. Well, I suppose I'm from Vancouver..." Patrice saw Alex look twice at the hulking figure, trimmed into the excellent gym partner that he was, and smiled slightly, thinking to convey to Jamie that Milan was unavailable. He caught himself smiling, pleased at having confidence in himself and the situation such that he and Jamie would indeed be talking alone again.
"I'm sorry; you're part of a club?" Alex asked. "Is it something like a fraternal organization?"
Patrice felt his face flush again, always hating to answer this question because of the reactions at times.
"We play for a club; we are members of the Boston Bruins," Milan laughed, leaning forward, his plaid shirt rolled up past his elbows and his skinny black tie leaning forwards. He flashed a smile to the two girls, but Patrice knew he was really trying to tell which one was "Joyeux Noel."

"You have GOT to be crazy! This is some kind of joke, right?" Alex said exasperatedly in the small bathroom of the First Amendment. "Professional HOCKEY PLAYERS?" She clapped her hands over her eyes and leaned on the wall of the stall Jamie occupied. Inside, she sat on the lid of the toilet with her head in her hands. How was this possible? How did her life suddenly end up in this moment?
"I mean, like, WHAT?" Alex was in denial. To be fair, Jamie herself still felt in denial, too.
"I don't know, Alex!" Jamie laughed. This was all so crazy, so fast; he just used to be the cute guy at the bookstore, in the tea shop, around Harvard Square; the guy who wore his baseball hat the right way and had the sweetest smile; and now, now they were drinking, at the First Amendement, with four professional hockey players, and the cute coffee-spiller kept catching her eye, and nervously placing his hand on her arm, quietly asking her privately if she'd like another drink.
Jamie sighed and exited the stall to see her friend leaning forward in the sink splashing water on her face. She laughed and handed her a paper towel to pat herself dry.
"This WOULD be your LUCK!" Alex laughed incredulously. "I try to set you up with some of the smartest boys at Harvard for MONTHS and as soon as I give up and leave you to it, you hook a hockey player."
"Well... I'm helping you out, too?" Jamie replied, smiling to herself at all the attention the two latest additions to the table had given her beautiful, Mediterranean friend. The two stopped and looked at each other, quick to burst out laughing.
"What is our life?" Alex sighed, pulling her hair back.
"I couldn't tell you," Jamie joined.
"Ok, ok, ok, so... so there's Patrice: he's yours--"
"He's not MINE!--"
"--Oh yes he is! He hasn't stopped looking at you al night!--" Alex barged through her friend's protests, listing the men on her fingers. "Patrice, then next to him is Milan. Across from him is Guilly...Guilly-am..."
Jamie laughed at her friend, struggling with the French name. "Guilluame," she helped.
"Yeah, him. Patrice's brother. Then the girlfriend, Gretta, and now there's Brad--finally, a name I can say; very nicely dressed, if I may add; and Tyler, a.k.a. HOT STUFF."
"Also nicely dressed, I would say," Jamie smiled. The girls hugged, slightly tipsy and rolling in their luck. They checked their makeup one last time, shared a deep breath, and Alex pushed open the door and strutted her way back to the table, Jamie biting her lip and following behind.