Who We Were

Five

"So, what's your plan then Cameron?"

"Like now? Or?"

"Sure. Now, 5 years?" He shifted in his seat opposite me, taking his coat off and laying it over the back of his chair, the thick jumper he was wearing doing absolutely nothing to hide his muscular tone. I reeled my tongue back in, reminding myself I was in public and that I'd known the guy all of 10 minutes.

"5 years, I want to be playing professionally. I'm almost there, got a few clubs wanting to sign me up I'm just waiting for a good offer I can't refuse."

"What clubs? Any that you really want to work for?"

"Leeds or Wigan."

"Good options." I nodded slowly, sitting back a little in my chair. "You look like more of a burgundy boy than a blue and yellow." He smirked.

"I think you'd look pretty good in a Rhinos shirt."

"Oh, I do. I have a few."

"You're a fan?"

"Of course. My local team." He crossed his arms.

"Where are you from?"

"Local to Leeds." I watched his face closely. Waiting for any hint of negative reaction to my little joke. I pull shit like this all the time. If I'm spending time with someone, I want them to be able to take me playing with them a little like I do with the guys. I'm not going through another guy like Ryan again. Boring as hell.

"No shit." He smiled, perfect white teeth and dimples making me crumple my nose. He's too cute to handle.

"York. Just outside."

"You don't have a Yorkshire accent."

"No, I know it's a mess. Kind of like yours. I can't pin it."

"I'm Welsh."

"Oi Oi."

"Oh my god not you too." I laughed, scooping some of the cream off my drink. "Where does your accent come from then?"

"A little bit of everywhere. I grew up in Australia believe it or not. Moved back here when I was 6 after nearly getting murdered by a spider, parents thought it was best we came back here, all our family are here and everything so we left. We were in London for a year and then moved up to York."

"Explains why your accents so muddled."

"It is. It's weird because I shifted around so much at that age when you're really picking stuff up. So, my Aus accent is barely audible now which sucks. I get it back when I go back every few years. Joel thinks it's the funniest thing in history."

"Would you move back?"

"God yeah. I'd love to. Love the place." He nodded. "So, rugby guy. I feel like I haven't stopped talking. You're go."

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"How many sheep have you-" He groaned, shaking his head at me as he laughed.

"You're hilarious."

"I know. My best trait." He took that pretty well. So far so good. "Where abouts did you grow up?"

"Not too far from Chester."

"Oh, so like North Wales then?"

"Yeah, not rural farming Wales. I've never seen a sheep up close don't worry."

"Ah. See, now you're stealing my funny trait. Can't have that."

"Oh no?"

"No. Steal me being funny and I'm left with boring stuff like my hobbies. How am I going to win guys over then?"