After a long day at practice with the Pittsburgh Penguins, Marc was drained and in desperate need of a drink. He went down to some random bar in the middle of Pittsburgh and got himself a drink. When he went to turn and walk over to some of his teammates he bumped into someone. The drink in his hand spilling on his shirt. He cursed quietly in french as he looked down at his now stained white shirt with furrowed brows. When he looked up to see the person did it and maybe even yell he froze.

“Merde.” He said quietly, his eyes meeting hers. He instantly forgot the spill and just stared at her in awe, completely lost for words.