Spacing Out

Hadley’s POV

So I’m on a date. With a guy. A guy who isn’t a hockey player or some walking emotional landmine.

Wesley.

Wesley is... nice. Like, genuinely nice. He opened the door for me. Pulled out my chair. Complimented my dress without being weird about it. He even smells good, fresh, minty, with a hint of something warm and expensive. He’s funny, too. He cracked two space puns already, and whil