She Didn't Answer

[Molholt 2,185]

She didn't answer. My how this was going to make things awkward. Why didn't she answer? "Probably because it's nearly 3a you fool," Jarkko thought aloud. How could he be so stupid? Olsen plugged in his phone, and readied himself for the night ahead. He knew himself better than anyone else, and he struggled to sleep most nights, his mind constantly spinning thoughts. This night was going to be worse.

 

What if I had called earlier? What was going to happen when he saw her? Should he ask her about it in person? Is she too good for me? Am I going to be able to focus on hockey? How will we function on the ice together? Does she even know it was me? Should I change my number?

 

Thirty minutes turns into an hour. An hour into two, into three, four... Jarkko reaches over and turns off the alarm, it hasn't gone off yet. A night of no sleep is going to make for a miserable day. Olsen checks his schedule, team meetings at 9a, he better get ready. He throws on some fresh clothes, brushes his teeth and grabs his keys. Out the door and to the facility, determined to make it through the day without interacting with Naomi. Olsen's mind continues to spin, likely not stopping anytime soon.

[Victor 10,940]

She's probably out on a drinking binge and/or lying in a ditch.

Try contacting Tukio as a substitute.

[Doomsday 4,130]

It looks like Olsen needs a wellness visit from the captain. We'll cheer you up, buddy!