Friends.

The title had been a quick and easy label to your relationship. Nico couldn't see a possible alternative, when the universe seemed completely and utterly against you both.

No one had strictly labelled you as off-limits, but there were certain implications with these things. There was a level of professionalism that couldn't be breached. Unspoken rules that couldn't be broken.

You'd been the teams physiotherapist for a few months, and it was safe to say, you were a hit amongst the team.

Not only were you incredibly good at your job, but you were just about the most interesting person on the crew. Everything you did, you did it with a certain level of charm.

One look, and you'd have grown men falling at your feet.

But despite everyone trying to get your attention at least once, you didn't even glance their way.

Until Nico. Now, he was difficult to ignore. But after a few bad decisions, you'd come to the painful decision to stay as friends. Coworkers, if you will.

The attempt to stay that way was almost amusing.

It was the start of another Hockey season, and the whole team, including faculty had been invited. Which meant you were on the other side of the bar, looking... well, like you—therefore drawing enough attention.

One of Nico's teammates sidled up next to him at the bar, nodding towards you, where Nico had been caught staring. "So... you two a thing, or what?"

Nico shook his head, slowly. "Just friends."

"Oh, sweet. So I can talk to her then?"

Now that got his attention. His gaze was pulled back to his teammate, and his jaw twitched. He tried—and failed—to hide the glare.

"Try."