Scoring Chance (Carolina Comets)

Miller: How’s my girlfriend doing?

Scout: Wow. You’re really leaning into this, huh?

Miller: Of course I am. It’s a first for me.

Scout: I still can’t believe that.

Miller: Well, it’s true. Sadly.

Scout: But you’re you. It makes no sense.

Miller: Believe it or not, I used to be shy.

Scout: Not. I definitely do not believe that.

Scout: I honestly cannot fathom it.

Miller: It’s true. I didn’t really start coming out of my shell until I hit the NHL. It was the first time I didn’t have to be under my parents’ constant watch and control.

Scout: I suppose that checks out.

Scout: It’s still hard to believe you weren’t always a relentless flirt.

Miller: Relentless is a good word for it. Wore you down, that’s for sure.

Scout: Ugh. Don’t remind me.

Miller: That you’re my girlfriend?

Miller: Because you’re my girlfriend, Scout.

Scout: You’re loving that word, huh?

Miller: So much.

Scout: I’m glad. Now, leave me alone so I can work, boyfriend.

Miller: Sure thing…girlfriend.

Scout: You’re exhausting.

Miller: I can exhaust you.

Scout: You already do.

Miller: Wait.

Miller: That wasn’t a compliment, was it?

Scout: *zips lips*

Miller: Whatever. I’m taking it as one.

Scout: Shocker.

Miller: I could really go for one of your vanilla cold brew coffees this morning.

Scout: You know that’s not a specialty drink only the truck has, right? You can order it pretty much anywhere.

Miller: Yeah, but it’s not the same.

Miller: Plus, I’d feel like I’m cheating on you or something.

Miller: And I am NOT cheating on you, by the way.

Miller: Not with donuts or coffee or sex.

Miller: Not that we’ve had sex yet, but still.

Miller: NO CHEATING.

Scout: Miller?

Miller: Yeah?

Scout: Shut up.

Miller: That’s fair.

Miller: Kind of got myself worked up there, huh?

Scout: Maybe a little.

Scout: But I’m happy to know you’re not cheating on me.

Scout: Donuts or otherwise.

Miller: I never would. Some of these guys…the shit they do…I hate it. I don’t ever want to be that person. Not like your ex.

Scout: Trust me, you’re nothing like him.

Miller: Because my dick is totally bigger, right?

Scout: JESUS

Miller: It’s Miller.

Scout: You can’t just send me random texts like that!

Miller: What? Is it not true?

Scout: You’re fishing.

Miller: I am. Are you going to take the bait?

Scout: Nah.

Miller: I’ll just assume it is then.

Scout: Anyone tell you you’re exhausting yet today?

Miller: Just Greer. And Smith. Then Rhodes and Wright. Lowell’s the only one who has been nice.

Scout: He has a baby at home. Nothing annoys him anymore.

Miller: Fair assessment.

Miller: Shit. Coach is calling. Video-chat later?

Scout: I’m still not having phone sex with you, Miller.

Miller: BOO!

Scout: Hey, Miller?

Scout: Your dick is bigger.

Miller: I FUCKING KNEW IT!

Miller: I miss you.

Scout: I miss you too.

Scout: You totally screenshot that, didn’t you?

Miller: 100%

Miller: I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

Scout: I can’t either. Good night, Miller.

Miller: Good night, girlfriend.