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You were in Chicago, and it was the Hawks vs. the Blues. You were in your Pietrangelo jersey rooting on the Blues. You were sitting right behind the glass. It was OT and you were hoping the Blues would win. Just then, Tarasenko did a shortly and scored a goal. You jumped up in the air, cheering. You were happy and proud for the Blues. Tarasenko skated by you and winked at you. You swear your cheeks turned bright red. After the game, to celebrate, you went to the local bar. You walked in and saw a bunch of Hawks players. You saw Kane smirking at you. You rolled your eyes and thought to yourself, "Not today Kane. Not today." You walked over to the bar and ordered a Bud Light. You sipped it slowly as you saw Kane walking up to you. Great, you thought. "Hey." Kane said. "Hi. Sorry about the loss. Oh wait! I'm glad you lost!" You replied. Kane scoffed. "Why would a pretty girl like you be a Blues fan?" He asked with disgust. "Because I can." You replied. "No need to be sassy. I get it." Kane shrugged. He leaned in, and before you knew it, your lips touched. You pulled away immediately. "What the heck?!" Kane yelled. "Obviously I don't want to kiss you!" You yelled back. You speed walked to the door when you felt a hand on your shoulder. "Get off of me!" You yelled. "Why should I?" Kane smirked. "Hey! You heard her! Get off!" You heard a Russian accent yell. You turned to see Vladimir Tarasenko there, looking very hot as usual. "Oh come on Tarasenko, bug off." Kane said. "No. She is coming with me." Vladimir said and took your hand. Once you were out of the building, you said. "Thank you so much. I really do appreciate it." You told Vladimir. "No problem. He was drunk anyway. He is not like that when he is sober." Vladimir shrugged. "And also, thank you so so much for scoring that goal." You said. "No problem." Vladimir replied. "Well, that's my car over there." You said. You started walking away. "Wait!" You heard Vladimir yell. "I think you are very pretty and I wanted to give you my number." He said. You were astonished. "Here. We should trade phones and put our numbers in." You said. After you exchanged numbers, he asked you out and you said yes, of course. When you were walking away, you saw Vladimir do a fist pump. You giggled. You were excited for this date.
