And he had friends. He had...
...a Swiss weirdo staring at him. Ilya could see him in the mirror.
Ilya stopped peddling and dismounted. He turned toward Luca, who looked terrified.
“Hello?” Ilya said.
“Sorry,” Luca said in his crisp Swiss-German accent. Unlike when Ilya had been a rookie, Luca’s English was nearly perfect. “Was I staring?”
Ilya smiled. “I look good on a bike. I understand.”
Luca’s pale, baby-smooth face turned pink. “No! I wasn’t—”
“Was a joke.” Ilya walked toward him. “You are here alone?”
“Yes. I like the quiet, sometimes.”
Ilya sat on weight bench beside him. “I understand that.”
“If you want to be alone I can—”
“No, no. Is not what I meant.” Ilya smiled at him. “You seem a bit scared of me.”
“I still can’t believe we are on the same team.”
Ilya chuckled. “How long until you believe it?”
“Years, maybe?”
Ilya held out his hand. “Ilya Rozanov. Normal guy. Nice to meet you.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Luca shook his hand. “Luca Haas. Embarrassing fanboy.”
Ilya gestured to the weight bench a few feet away, and Luca sat facing him.
“How do you like Ottawa?” Ilya asked.
“In some ways it reminds me of Zurich, but in others it is very different.”
Ilya nodded. He’d been to Zurich once, another capital, and remembered the river that wound through the city, the low buildings, and the museums. He could see the similarities.
“Was it hard for you?” Luca asked. “When you left home?”
Ilya answered honestly. “No. I couldn’t wait.”
“Oh.” Luca frowned at his folded hands.
“But,” Ilya amended, “there was...adjustments. It was not so easy, with the language and the culture. I had no Russian teammates, and, like you, there was many expectations for me to be great right away.”
Luca nodded. “Yes. It’s a lot of pressure.”
“I was great right away. Made it easier,” Ilya joked.
Luca laughed. “That would help.”
Ilya stretched out a foot and nudged Luca’s sneaker. “You are also doing great. The fans love you. You see how much Harris posts about you. Can’t get enough. I see Haas jerseys all over town.” That was a bit of an exaggeration. He’d seen two.
“Thank you.”
A silence fell between them that was interrupted by Ilya’s favorite sound: a dog barking.
He stood and looked toward the door of the gym. “It that Chiron?” he called out.
A second later, the team puppy came charging into the room, followed by Harris. “It sure is,” Harris said, smiling as usual. “I heard you were in here and I thought—”
“Yes!” Ilya exclaimed, crouching to greet Chiron. He’d never needed a puppy in his arms so badly. He let Chiron sniff and lick his fingers, then scooped him up and cuddled him against his chest. “He is already so big!”
“Yup,” Harris agreed. “He’s a beast.”
Luca approached cautiously. “Can I pet him?”
“Yeah, man,” Harris said. “Get in there.”
Luca scratched the top of Chiron’s head with one finger.
“Okay. Hold on,” Harris said. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “This is way too cute.” He snapped some photos that Ilya knew would kill later on Instagram.
“Hey, guys,” called out a cheerful voice from the doorway. Coach Wiebe sauntered in wearing workout clothes. Ilya couldn’t help but notice that he looked good in them.
“Coach,” Ilya and Luca said at the same time.
“I am ninety percent sure dogs aren’t allowed in here,” Wiebe said. “But ninety isn’t a hundred, right?” He took over head-scritching from Luca, except he used his whole hand.
“You like dogs?” Ilya asked.
“Love them. We’ve got a big ol’ golden retriever at home. Lollipop. The kids named her, so don’t look at me. We call her Lolly, mostly.”
“I need to meet Lolly,” Ilya said seriously. “Bring her to work someday.”
“She’s anxious around new people,” Coach said. “She was a rescue from a bad situation, so she mostly sticks to home and her regular walk route. Sweetest thing, though.”
Ilya almost laughed. His coach was seriously the nicest guy on earth.
“Are you boys going to the hospital visit this week?” Coach asked. The team visited the local children’s hospital every December. Ilya wouldn’t miss it for the world.
“Of course,” Ilya said. “I have been training for my Mario Kart rematch.”
Coach laughed. “And how about our star rookie?”
“Yes,” Luca said. “I will be there.”
“I hope Barrett’s going,” Coach said. “I know it’ll be a rough week for him, with the game in Toronto after, but I think it would be good for him.”
Ilya agreed, and he’d make sure Troy would be there.
They all played around with Chiron for about twenty minutes, then Harris announced that Chiron’s trainer was there to pick him up. Ilya watched miserably as Harris left with the puppy.
“Do you think the other dogs are nice to him at his school?” Ilya asked no one in particular.
“Only the best of the best get to be in that place,” Coach assured him. “It’s like the NHL of dogs.”
“Yes, but there are huge assholes in the NHL.”
Coach laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “Yeah, but not in Ottawa.”
* * *
“I came out to Troy Barrett,” Ilya said, a week later.
Shane nearly choked on the sip he’d just taken of his smoothie. “What?” he asked after a fit of coughing. He was glad this wasn’t a video call.
“I told him I am bisexual,” Ilya said calmly, as if he’d told Troy that he liked pizza or something. As if he revealed his sexuality to people all the time when Shane knew he’d barely told anyone. Ilya had told Shane that Troy wasn’t such a bad guy, now that he was getting to know him, but it still seemed fucking nuts that Ilya would choose him of all people to share this closely guarded secret with.