𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, trevor zegras²

𝟎𝟎𝟕. 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞

𝕿he first time Madeleine met Trevor was at a charity event in Los Angeles.

She'd been invited to perform there and apparently they'd also invited a few local athletes.

Trevor had been one of them.

She'd stupidly attended a call from her dad two hours prior to the event and ended up getting her entire mood ruined; it hadn't messed with her performance but the moment she'd stepped off that stage she'd felt the shift.

Felt reality set in.

That's something that she loves about performing and working on music in general because it always takes her mind off the things she'd usually obsess over and it allows her a second to breathe, to forget and just be herself, drown in the adrenaline and feel . . . . happy.

Currently in the process of deciding whether she should grab an appetizer as well as the two glasses of white wine she'd been looking forward to, she purses her lips and tilts her head, the waiter clearly growing patient and uncomfortable.

"I could come back after you make your decision or you could place an order—".

"Nah. I'll just take the wine, thanks", she smiles picking up two glasses off the tray and letting him leave, having settled on waiting for the main course to be served instead.

She takes a massive gulp of the liquid, trying to will herself into enjoying the evening and not think about . . . well, everything that hurts.

Exhaling, she stares at the half empty glass and glances around for her seat.

"I think you're seated there".

There's something about the voice that instantly catches her attention in a really, really good way.

She turns her head to find the tuxedo clad man looking down at her with a slight smile.

She's tiny in front of him despite her heels and that makes her steel her spine to come across as . . . . intimidating.

But she's apparently doing a good job at it already because there's a nervous look in his perfect blue eyes, his perfectly sculptured face still etched with a friendly smile.

And his hair, oh don't even get her started on his hair.

She tilts her head.

"And how would you know that?".

"Because I'm at that table too. I saw your name, on the seating card".

She playfully narrows her eyes.

"And who do you think I am?".

He laughs at that and it sounds just adorable, like he's there only for her to shove him into her pocket and run.

"Well, considering I just saw you performing on the stage, I'd say you're Madeleine Gray. Also, my roommate's a big fan", he shrugs.

Roommate? Hmm.

For a second there, she's concerned he's an elite college student rich enough to be invited at one of these events.

And . . . don't get her wrong, college students are fun but, she doesn't like fraternising with them much.

Or at all, for that matter.

Especially if it's a guy trying to hit on her.

Wait, is he trying to hit on her?

"Roommate?".

He's smile grows, "Yeah. He's been learning a few of your songs on the guitar too. He's not that great but eh", he shrugs, "at least he's trying".

"You seem to know me well. But it's weird I don't know a single thing about you".

Chuckling quietly, he extends a hand.

"Trevor Zegras. I'm a forward for the Anaheim Ducks".

Her eyebrows shoot up.

So, a pro hockey player then.

Oh.

Guess that's better.

She takes his hand, not missing the way his smile widens just a tad and his hand feels comfortingly warm in hers.

"You already know who I am", she shrugs, a small smile dancing on her lips.

"I do. And I might have to call myself a fan too. You were incredible out there", he tips his head towards the stage now occupied by jazz band.

She smiles proudly, "Thank you. Who's this roommate though? I'm more interested to know about him".

Something akin to a giggle makes it way past his lips and . . . . yeah, he was made to fit in her pocket as a pretty souvenir.

"Jamie Drysdale. He's on the defense. You'll like him, I think".

"Might have to meet him then", she grins.

He smile brightens further, "Hopefully not without me".

"Only if you're good company".

"I'm the best company".

And somehow, somewhere inside her he unlocked a part which she'd tried to hide away from everyone for as long as she could but now, now it felt like maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let someone else see it too.

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