* 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 .ᐟ

. . .today’s the day(!).

stream his debut album, maybe?

. . .today’s the day(!).

stream his debut album, maybe?

wondering where @dianebowery.bsky.social’s gotten off to lately.

could definitely use her company this morning.

do your worst. he’s the leading scorer in the league for a reason.

consider it done.

bring your a-game!

hell yeah, sign him up. keep him on his toes, that’d be good.

he needs it.

yeah, okay, c’est vrai.

he’s gotta keep sharp over the summer. maybe offer lessons or something.

— plates for them, setting them down in front of Diane so she can serve accordingly, a sheepish smile settling on bearded countenance.

“Does that work?”

— blue eyes.

Her coffee is fixed in short order — not much to do, other than brew it; he’s not a black coffee person himself, but he respects it.

“Hey, let me,” Teddy says quickly as he sets the mug down before her, seeing her reaching for his top shelf. He quickly brings down a pair of —

He’d be offended if she ( hadn’t ) already made some effort to make herself at home in his place by now.

After all, she’s hardly a stranger here, and she’s the only consistent company he has, beyond his daughter.

“I mean, fair,” Teddy snickers a little, playfully and lightheartedly rolling —

The only question, really.

And there’s no valid answer to it, either.

Asking the real questions.

— “Just gonna some ice cubes and stuff, et puis ça va. You want an iced coffee with milk? Black? Latte? What?”

— preparation for visitors. That said, he’s not a particularly dirty person – even as a single dad – and while there’s certainly some clutter that could be rectified, it’s not ( that ) bad.

“Cold? Yeah. . . I’m sure we can work something out,” Teddy grins and nods, thinking for a moment. —

He’s trying. He’s. . . working on it. Work in progress. He knows.

Oh, he entirely unbothered and fully unconcerned. If there’s anyone he’d be willing to let in to his home 24 hours a day, seven days a week, it’s her.

He’s all too happy to let her in, although he’s not cleaned in —

— fix that then, shall we?” He grins, calling the elevator. “Master barista, at your service.”

— clingy. He knows that can be a huge turn off, platonic or otherwise.

“Ew, the fuck? That ( is ) atrocious,” Teddy commiserates, having already had two coffee this morning, one of which was a triple shot ( last night was a lot; had to stay up with Ella for a bit after a nightmare ).

“Let’s —

Oh, he’s just really good at being self-deprecating. He doesn’t really, genuinely believe half the shit he says about himself. Usually.

She makes him happy, too. Hell, he’d been fighting the urge to text her just as she’d shown up. The last thing he wants to do is come across as weird or —

Was kind of missing the sun tbh. ☀️😎

— lady in his life ( in a different way though, obviously ).

“T’sais déjà que j’en ai. I got plenty, you know that. Come take your pick,” Teddy grins, taking out his fob for the door, and grabbing his hockey stick with his free hand.

“Hey, you mind grabbing the tennis ball for me, please?”

Which is true — he’s trying to be. He likes to think he’s not a ( complete ) piece of shit all the time.

He feels an electric rush — damn — when he hears her say yes, realising he’d been hoping for it even more than he’d thought. She makes his day, not unlike another very important little —

Damn, and he thought his PR was a lot of work.

And he’s happy to take it from her. Always happy to help.

Every smile of hers is pretty, but she knew that already.

He bites back the knee-jerk response that immediately invades his head — not the time nor place — instead nodding and holding it with one hand.

“Better? You wanna come in?”

He’s always down for peace and scones. Catch him leaning his stick against the wall, and rolling the ball next to it with his foot.

In a flash, Teddy’s next to her, holding out his hands.

“Hey, can I help? Your hands look — * full.”

Shooting pucks ( tennis balls ) in the alley behind his apartment.

Hey, ( * READER ) — careful! He’d hate to hit them by accident.

Oh, shit—!

No, not a bad time at all; sorry about that. It’s bounced off the brick wall behind her, and is slowly rolling back to him.

It’s the first time he’s had a morning to himself, so he’s keeping his puck skills sharp. Ish.

Shooting pucks ( tennis balls ) in the alley behind his apartment.

Hey, ( * READER ) — careful! He’d hate to hit them by accident.

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