Cyan walks calmly to the lobby where she sees him; his back is to her, staring at some flyers on the bulletin board. He's broader than she remembers. His hair is tucked under a 412 baseball cap and a black t-shirt and gym shorts cling to his body.

"Ahem," Cyan chokes out. Sidney slowly turns around to face Cyan and he smiles. She's even prettier than he remembered her in her all black yoga capris tights and tank. Her hair is braided down her back and is a little on the red side this time. Her skin glistens as she waits for him to say something.

"Uh sorry, I don't know if you remember me," Sidney starts but immediately regrets saying that. Of course she'll remember me, she's a Pens fan, he internally scolds himself. A small laugh escapes the back of Cyan's throat.

"How could I forget? Are you here for a class or do you just enjoy staring at flyers?" She teases him. Sidney starts to blush as he walks away from the colorful board and over to Cyan.

"No, I need help," he states. His brown eyes bore into her face, making Cyan shift uncomfortably from their intensity.

"Okay, what is it?"

"The doctors told me I still can't work out much so I'm ridiculously fidgety at the moment. Maybe yoga could help me keep busy and help with my neck," Sid says rubbing the nape of his neck. He winces.

"Yeah of course! We have classes practically every day so we can find room for you," Cyan says. She walks to the front desk, bending over the ledge to grab a schedule for Sidney. Sidney finds himself staring at her behind and immediately turns away, remembering it's rude to ogle. Cyan stands up and turns to hand Sidney the schedule, which he refuses.

"That's where I need your help. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be bad at this and I kinda want to keep a low profile until I can actually play," He says.

"So you want private sessions," Cyan questions. She can feel her heartbeat in her ears.

"If you don't mind of course. I'll pay you," Sidney says blushing. Cyan has never taught a private session in her life and her first one is going to be with her favorite athlete? It could not be real.

"Uh, Okay. I think I can manage you. Do you have a place in mind?"

"I didn't really think of that, actually," he admits with a smile. Cyan's feels a small shiver run through her.

"Ok well here," she turns back to the desk and grabs a business card and pen. With a slightly shaky hand, she scribbles down her personal number on the back. This is strictly business, Cy she tells herself when she hands him the card.

"My number is on the back. Feel free to spread the good word about this place once you get started.

"Thanks, Cy and I will. I'm not doing anything today but do you want to grab something to eat after work? I wasn't very inviting the last time we met," Sidney says. Holy shit, is this really happening?

"Sure, I'll be free after 5:30. I live under the studio so you can meet me there?"

"Sound good, I'll see you then. Thanks so much again," Sidney extends his hand out for a handshake. The minute their hands meet, Cyan feels something. And so does Sidney. There is a brief pause as if the world stopped for a second.

"No problem," Cyan smiles.

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"I can't believe you won," James says to Paul when they enter Paul's home. The two spent the majority of the day golfing. James thought it was better than staying home where he would be tempted to Facebook stalk Cyan.

"Well, you better believe it, man. Your head wasn't in it anyway," Paul says. He could tell James was distracted the entire time they were out. He knew he was thinking about Cy and when he would see her next. She came up often in their conversations between holes; how James can get her number, how and when he should ask her out. Paul learned that James had never been this nervous about a girl since Erica.

Erica was an ice girl in Dallas when he used to play there. He thought she would be amazing but she just ended up breaking his heart for a guy at her university. The last time he heard from her it was through a wedding invite. From then on, he decided to stick to one night stands. That is until he met Cyan. This time, he's determined to make it work with her. Paul found himself stuck; he wanted to tell his friend that their captain may be interested in the same girl as him but he felt like it's something the two men should work out when the time arises.

"Can you blame me?" James asked as he ransacked Paul's pantry. He found some Oreos and immediately went to town.

"No, I can't. She is very pretty, I wish you the best of luck," Paul says in between swigs of beer.

"Fucking right," James says grinning. " I think I'll go over there tomorrow and hopefully get her number."

"You will just act fucking normal," Paul teases.

"What? Am I not normal?" James asks with a hand on his chest.

"Eh," Paul shrugs as he climbs up the stairs toward his bedroom for a shower.

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When the studio closed for the evening, Cyan found herself breezing through clean up and some final paper work, When she told Blair about what Sidney wanted, Blair was at a loss for words which was unusual for her overtly talkative friend. After so much screaming, Blair decided she wouldn't go shower at Cyan's place so she and Sid could have some "alone time".

Cyan took a quick shower and stood in front of her closet trying to figure out what to wear. She opted for a white maxi dress and put her hair in a loose bun. Moving swiftly through the loft, she cleaned up any and every area she thought need to be cleaned.

Knock, knock!

"Shit, shit, shit!" Cyan exclaims to herself from the bathroom as she put the finishing touches of make up on. "I'm coming!" She hollars at the door as she speed walks to the bigfront door. Peering through the peephole, she smile, undoing the lock and opened the door.

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