Page 8 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Player

Somehow... knowing I’m not the only one with regrets makes mine feel a little smaller.

So, What’s your favorite movie?

That’s impossible to answer.

No it’s not.

Fine. “The Princess Bride.”

Shut up.

What?

That’s mine too.

Inconceivable.

lol Okay, that was pretty good.

Training camp starts two days later.

By then I fully expect the wrong number to become nothing more than a funny story. Instead, she replies to my texts before I finish breakfast.

Then again during lunch. Then after my day of training and meetings.

By the end of the week, checking my phone becomes part of my routine.

Wake up. Lift. Meetings. Practice. Film. Text.

What's your favorite food?

Cereal.

That's breakfast.

It's can be dinner if you eat it at night.

Are you twelve?

Emotionally? Probably.

I still don’t know her name yet. She’s still the woman I know as “Wrong Number.”

Did you have an imaginary friend?

No.

Boring.

I know. But I had a dog.

That’s something.

What about you?

Mine was a dragon named Hank.

Hank?