If We Ever Meet Again

To try to calm her nerves while getting ready for the first day on the job, Courtney turned on her Jonas Brothers Pandora station. It sounds childish but it made Courtney smile. She belted the lyrics to "Year 3000" while applying makeup. Her jittery thoughts were interrupted by the notification of a text coming through. A minute later, another text. Then another. On the sixth ding, Courtney gave in and unlocked her phone. The first one is from Kyle: GOOD LUCK, KICK SOME ASS! This made her smile. The next one was from Mike, or Bo, another guy from the local team: GOOD LUCK, SWEETIE! Bo was like another uncle to her. The next two after that were from guys on the same team, the fifth from her mom, and the last one brought tears to her eyes. It was from her not ex, but someone that she had really liked on the minor league team. Courtney had always thought Aaron liked her back. The problem was that every other girl liked him, who wouldn't? The six-two, 200 pound left winger was practically perfect. Courtney had major self confidence issues when it came to him. He was always a gentleman, but she didn't want to be just another puck bunny. The message bubbled up feelings Courtney has been trying to suppress. It said: COURT, YOU'RE GONNA DO GREAT. I MISS YOU SO MUCH HERE AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU ASAP. HAVE FUN, BE SAFE, KICK ASS. LOVE YOU.

Courtney wanted to respond so badly, but decided against it for now. She did decide to leave early to grab
a cup of coffee before work. She grabbed her bag and keys, and left her apartment.
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Michael groaned as his phone binged with a text. He was awful about getting out of bed on time and today was no exception. "What thefuck?" He said aloud as his new teammate, Eric Nystrom, had just sent him a picture of a familiar looking girl's back. The message read: DAMN, THIS GIRL AT STARBUCKS IS BUILT. Michael cheekily replied: WHY DON'T YOU TELL HER THAT? BET SHE'D LOVE IT. He sat up and rubbed his face, sleep still wasn't coming easy in the new city. Michael sighed and rolled to his feet. He padded over to his closet and rummaged through the open suitcase in the floor for a t shirt and shorts. He changed, put on tennis shoes, and headed for the door.

Upon entering the locker room, Michael could practically feel the tension in the air. That's when he saw her; the long legs, long hair, and perfect body of Courtney. He quietly went to his stall. Michael began to smile as he pulled out his phone and brought up the picture of Starbucks girl. Exact match to Courtney, just about that time Nystrom sat down next to Michael. "Dude.." He began. "I know," Michael chuckled "And I know her." "How?" Eric's eyes widened. "Fish's wife set us up." I smiled, silently thanking Carrie. "What's she doing here?" Eric asked. "I don't know," Michael said. Honestly, he could care less. Michael was just happy to see her again, even if Courtney hadn't noticed him yet.

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