You walk into Starbucks already in a bad mood, you just got a call from your brother, your mom has gotten remarried. That can't end well, you order and sit down at a table for two. You open up Twitter, and scroll through your news feed. All NHL players, your a crazy LA Kings fan. You see someone sit across from you. "Hi, I'm Jonathan." he says. "Y/N. hold on." you reply, getting your drink and then sitting back down. As soon, as you sit he gets his and comes back to the table. You get a good look at him and realize who it is.
"Jonathan Quick, eh?" you ask, (your Canadian). You both smile, before he adds," Yeah, uh I gotta go to practice, but can I get you number?" you nod and hand him you phone, he gives you his. You exchange numbers and hug before he leaves.
On you way to your apartment, you receive a text:
From: Quicker <3
Nice meeting you, we should go out tonight. 8pm, fancy. Text me your address. <3 ;) ttyl
You smile and send your address, you then go home, plan your outfit and go onto Tumblr
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