Pheobe entered the Huygens cafeteria alone. She had spent the early morning tearing up Calgary Dinos hockey news clippings that menioned Casey-Marcel. During the years in which she had dated him while they were both at Calgary, she had treasured each clipping; they were kept in a red and gold now-empty box that had once contained chocolares -- sent her a few days after Valentines Day late due to a road trip to Regina.

Then she had spent the morning by herself skating restlessly back and forth on the rink.

When Yuri entered the Huygens cafeteria in searh of lunch, Phoebe was sitting by heself with a double chesseburger aand two orders of fries.

Yuri looked across the cafeteria; saw pheobe sitting by herself with a surprising amount of food. Got in line, ordered what he thought she was eating with the exception of onion rings instead of fries. Boldly he sat down across at table from Phoebe. not as close as he desired. Griff said to go slow, Yuri said to himself. This was easy because he couldn’t think of anything to say. He considered saying that the LA Kings were not off to a very good start, but since -- as Phoebe probably knew -- that was not precisely true.

Phoebe eyed the onion rings on his plate.

"Would you like some of my onion rings?" Yuri asked.

"Yes. "

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