Okay. Here goes nothing. Date With The New Chick – take one.

“Hi. I’m…”

“Rick. I know. I’m Teri.”

She knows? “Hi, Teri. Nice to meet you. So, you’re…”

“New? Yeah, my parents and I just moved here last week.”

“So, how do…”

“It’s an okay town. A lot more lively than the last place I lived. But, then again, it’s got three times the population.”

“Uh… Cool. So, where…”

“Quesnel. It’s in Canada.”

“Oh, you’re…”

“Canadian? Yup, through and through. But, no, I don’t say ‘eh’ all the time, and I’ve never lived in an igloo.”

“Oh… Well, I…”

“I know. I’m just teasing you. You’re not the type to fall for stereotypes.”

“Uh… Okay… Listen, would you…”

“Dinner and a movie? Say Friday at 8? I’d love to.”

“Umm… Am I ever…”

“Going to get to finish a sentence? Why? I already know what you’re going to say. You and I are connected. That’s why I agreed to move rather than staying in Quesnel with my aunt and uncle.”

“So, you…”

“Knew you’d be here? Of course. Old souls know their own.”