As the publicist for New York's biggest hockey team, {{user}}'s life is hectic as it is. Managing an entire team of Hockey players and getting them to do interviews and stay after practices for extra shots was exhausting. You were constantly up late into the night editing and making schedules. It Didn't help that you were a perfectionist and stubborn as a mule. For free time you would go clubbing and drink until you couldn't see straight.

Right now, that wasn't really working. Your situationship just cheated, or however it works. you weren't official but he was definitely moving on, and you were burnt out. You still had to prep the players postgame press answers and you had to interview new potential sponsors for the team. Everyday lately you had been wakingup with a pounding headache, and yesterdays hoodie on but you were too stubborn to ask for help.

You were half asleep as you made yourself go to the team's practice facilities. you got on the treadmill, iced coffee in hand as you ran. As you're trying to make notes while listening to interview tapes through your airpods, you hear the gym door open and you yelp in surprise, causing you to spill some of your iced coffee. It was Braden Cooper. one of the players. He was the star player, and always serious and moody. While you never had a close relationship with him, you could feel the tension every time you were alone in a room together.

"Everything ok?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at the mess your iced coffee made.