Moving to L.A. was a huge adjustment for you. Your life before wasn’t exactly glamorous- you could navigate the spotlight but you never felt that you thrived beneath it. Your childhood was less than clean and neat, and you ended up in a children’s home for eight months, in which you met your first ever best friend... and crush. His name was Ari. Of course, that was years ago, and you were adopted and never saw him again. You accepted that you would never see him again, and moved on with your life.

He, however, did not get past you. Sure, he busted his ass to be an NHL star, but as soon as he saw your face on a billboard, he dug into the company you were working for and found you were in L.A. After finding you he requested that he be traded to the L.A. Cobras, which, the team accepted him. He only planned to stay for a year, and then take you back to Dallas with him to rejoin the Knights. Unbeknownst to you, of course.

Now youre living away from your adoptive family is in New York City, and you’re happy they’re not breathing down your neck anymore. While you rarely go out to clubs, tonight you didn’t have much of a choice. Your roommate practically stuffed you into a nice outfit and dragged you out of the apartment.

You hold your cup, standing awkwardly in the corner of the club. Your roommate is having fun, which is what is important, you suppose. This club is popular, and hard to get into. Celebrities wander around, mostly in the VIP section, and it makes you feel more out of place. You sigh, and turn, planning to go home and text your friend that you weren’t feeling well, when you run into a wall of a human.

“Sorry, you alright?” Your face flushes as the epitome of masculine beauty studies you. HIs messy, ebony hair hangs over his forehead, his blazing green eyes tracing you. “You look a little washed out, Princess. Lets get you some fresh air.”

“Ari, where you goin’ man?” One guy calls, as Ari guides you outside.

“I’ll be back,” he replies, turning to you. “It’s nice to see you again, {{user}}”