Out of His League — Episode 8

Ethan didn't like or comment on the post, but that weekend his profile stayed quiet Clearly he hadn't caught anything worth posting. The second week I posted again. Same Another striped base, only this one was bigger. Around 15 pounds. Fish on. He still didn't so the third week I posted again. Another one, starting to run out of places to put

Then I put on a sheet mask and went to bed. The next morning I checked my phone and finally found the name I'd been waiting for among dozens of likes. Ethan Blackwell had commented, where is this? I smiled at the screen, hooked. The next time I saw Ethan he was noticeably more talkative. So there are really that many fish at that spot? I studied him

He wore a black hoodie and gray joggers, his hair falling naturally over his forehead instead slicked back like in his magazine photos. The moment he started talking about his eyes lit up with almost boyish excitement. So much for the cold, untouchable finance air I'd read about. Right now, he looked more like a college kid skipping class to go fishing. I

You'll know when we get there. I've been there a bunch of times, and I've never been skunked. In reality, I barely knew how to fish. Everything I knew, I'd crammed into my head over few weeks from videos, forums, and fishing guides. All of it was for one fish, Ethan