The True North

“I’ve heard about that, I hope it won’t be as hectic as Australia’s was,” As much as Francis would love to include Alfred’s elections, he knew that nobody could ever beat that insanity. “Things seem to have calmed down, I am just glad that we’re speaking about the migrants issue now. Anyway, have you gotten a chance to relax yet? You look very stressed out, Matthew…”

“Oh, not quite yet, but soon!” The blonde beamed, a smile wide with teeth, full of utter excitement. “But the regular hockey season starts next month! I can’t wait to see how McDavid does. He was the top prospect last year.” Matthew could go on, but he waited to see how Francis would take the conversation. He doubted the other would actually want to spend a long time talking about the sport.

Francis couldn’t argue against that, he also hated getting wet. “And it’s a little easier to see through, when it’s not heavy snow.” The Frenchman handed the other a menu. “How have you been, Matthew?”

“Yeah exactly. I will always take snow over rain.” Matthew nodded his thanks. “I’ve been good, a little busy though. I have a federal election coming up so politics is a little hectic right now. It’ll be interesting to see how things change with this one, if they do at all. How about you?”

Francis sat up and smiled brightly when he saw the Canadian. “I still prefer the summer, just have nothing fall from the sky.” He laughed, “Come sit.”

Matthew smiled as he sat. “See, snow I can take. You can knock it off before it melts on ya.” He rolled up his sleeves for they were a little damp at the cuffs. “Rain gives you no chance. You just get wet.” His face scrunched up. He hated getting wet.