And then comes the session where she writes the meet cute the following morning. His first night in Montreal before he is to report to the Canadiens' practice facility in Brossard. Maybe Glitter has a portion of the truth on hand. Maybe there really are those writers who don't want the endpoints of a hockey romance dominated by hockey. But I was already told repeatedly that I had too much hockey, so anything non-hockey must deal with cute moments between each other. Or their lives away from each other would work, too, Caro has an inner monologue that seems to drag on about the comments made last night on air.
Gustavs gets a second chance in the NHL, after spending a harrowing 24 hours on the waiver wire waiting to see if anyone would offer it. After taking a taxi from Montréal-Trudeau to his hotel in downtown Montréal, with his baggage in hand... her father tries to make sense of what she has been writing.
"Chérie, je crois que tu es due pour parler de la valeur relative des actifs dans un échange en antenne" (Honey, I think you're due to talk about the relative value of assets in trades on air) her dad tries to encourage her.
"Je ne suis pas encore rendue au point où mon personnage principal va être échangé. Ça ne sera pas avant deux semaines, je crois" (I'm not yet at the point where my main character is traded away. It won't be for another two weeks, I think)
I guess, I could talk about Gustavs' past experience in the NHL and how these made him eligible for the waiver wire, but, if necessary, I can always write an appendix about waiver wire eligibility, she keeps dwelling on these comments about "too much hockey" from last night, and how she knew better than to expect a hockey romance reader to know anything about the waiver wire in the NHL.
"Dans deux semaines, tu vas être maganée d'écrire de manière aussi intensive" (In two weeks, you will be worn down from writing this intensively) her father watches her write the meet cute scene furiously at one of the bars on Crescent Street.
And, of course, Caro sees fit to add in some past memories of his last game in Montreal as a Kraken, and how he returns to one of the hot spots of Montreal's night life. About how close to Centre Bell that was. About what made playing in Montreal a special, if ear-breaking, experience for away teams.
With the guy eating poutine, which he somehow never ate when he last went to Montreal to play the Canadiens, at one of the bars on Crescent... the meet cute begins.
If I was in the FMC's position, with some... Latvian guy hitting on me, telling me in English that I remind him of the girls in his native Latvia – oh of course I know about Latvia because I played against it as a pre-teen, a Latvia that, back then, barely had enough female pee-wee-aged hockey players to field a girls' U13 national team... how would I feel? I don't think my FMC would act too different from myself in that situation... She starts questioning how awkward her FMC would feel. However, she is reminded that awkward meet cutes happen when dealing in slow burns or in romances where they are oblivious to each other's love.
And, of course, she feels her FMC is the one who will move the conversation past mentions of his home country, or how he compares Québécois girls to Latvian ones. Or at least when she's hungry.
Meanwhile, at Capitolium's place, the latter is left wondering what kind of billet family would let the player in their care hit on their daughter, especially when the rigors of hockey take a toll on his academics. And that he seemingly only had the World Juniors to look forward to. So much so that he works like crazy in dryland.
Capitolium: I need help for the daughter of the billet family
Caroline: Were you an only child?
Capitolium: Yes
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ChickLitCaroline, a video game streamer that turned to a new game after her last one, Massacre à l'Alcool, closed, was challenged on a stream to write a hockey romance book in November, and to write the book on air. She dives headlong into reading hockey ro...
