When Gina reappeared with his laptop, he showed her the article on his phone. “Is this the man?”
“That’s him.” She sat down, this time on his side of the booth. This favor was already paying itself back, he thought as he inhaled the fresh snow scent of her hair. “That article is from the year I went to the training camp. He’s older now, obviously. I haven’t been able to find any recent photos. Which is weird, considering he went to the Olympics with the team.” She let out a sigh and ran her fingers through her hair, still disheveled from her speed-cleaning. “I guess nobody really cares that much about canoeing. Too bad, because canoes were part of this country before we were even a country.”
“Native Americans invented canoes, right?”
She turned to face him, her face lighting up all over
