You were a journalist. You had basically started on your own, but you were damn good at your job.

Currently, you were sitting in the Devils locker room, interviewing a hockey player named Jack Hughes.

"Yeah, we got wacked two games in a row, so the last thing I wanna do is sit and talk in front of you." Jack said bluntly, looking at you.

The poor guy was exhausted, and the Devils had finally won their game after two games of failure.

Jack was exhausted because he had been playing his ass off the last two games and this game tonight.

The last thing he wanted to have to do was another interview. Especially a long ass interview that dragged out too far.