You came to New Jersey to escape the tragedy that was your life. It was the break you desperately needed, even in it meant wondering around a city you didn’t know.

Your plane only landed a few hours ago, and you were following the GPS to what was supposed to be your hotel. It was the middle of the night, and you were roaming the streets completely lost, dragging your suitcase behind you.

The taxi’s all cost way too much, so you were stuck walking.

Nico had just finished a late night training session. His muscles ached, and he was just eager to get out and get home. He shoved open the Ice skating rinks doors and walked into the cool night air, immediately turning to start heading for the parking lot where his car was.

He wasn’t paying nearly enough attention, and it became very clear that neither were you. The GPS had been taking you in circles, so you were completely and utterly lost. All he saw was a blur of hair, and suddenly he was almost knocked off his feet.

You tripped over your bag, falling into him. Nico’s arms quickly flew out, locking around your waist and yanking your body towards him, stopping you from hitting the ground.

He looked down, and your eyes met. He suddenly found himself not wanting to let go. Maybe the case of wrong time and place wasn’t as bad as you thought.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there,” he eventually said, forcing his malfunctioning brain to form words. “Are you okay?”