Connor walked over to the new equipment managers office. The number on his jersey, 97, was starting to fall off and he needed a new one sown on. He was kind of nervous having never met the woman, but there he stood outside her office door. He reached his hand up and knocked on the door, waiting a few moments before it opened. The second the door opened he was struck.

Holy shit, she’s gorgeous. Was his first thought.

“Hi.” He eventually manages to say, looking down at her.