The hungry person I am, was going to get some food at subway. You threw on your "Dallas Starts" sweater with the number 91 and "Seguin" on the back. You were one of those hockey girls that you can barley find.
I hopped in my jeep and went to subway. I ordered and sat down. I was minding my own business, when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to the one and only Tyler Seguin. " I couldn't help but notice, your sweater is mine!" He smirked. ' play it cool ' I said in my head. " uh- um yeah haha" I squeaked out. " want me to sign ?" He laughed. I nodded frantically. " God I'm an idiot " " no you're not, you're cute. " Tyler smiled. " I didn't mean to say that out loud. " I laughed at myself. " there ya go!" That took long.... " thank you, Tyler " I smiled. " I didn't catch you're name, beautiful ?" He said sweetly. " y/n, my names y/n". I blushed. " I'll see you later ? " he asked. I was confused.. " sure " I said laughing. Like I'd see him in person again.
I got home and took off my sweater to look at Tyler's signature. " Tyler Seguin #91 call me xx " with his digits scribbled on my sweater. I'm defiantly gonna call him.
