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"Mom, I'm doing fine...Yes, I landed in MSP a few days ago...And yes, I did unpack my stuff at my apartment in Minneapolis...." I sighed into the phone, a soft smile appearing on my face.

"Ok, Y/N. Congrats on the job as the head physical therapist for the Wild!" She chuckled and I laughed also before I hung up the phone call.

I clicked the 'end' button and checked the time. It was five to eleven and I had to meet with the players back at Xcel Energy Center in about 10 minutes!

Immediately, I grabbed my coffee and walked out to the door when the door opened and someone bumped into me, causing the coffee to spill on the two of us.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" I squeaked out, grabbing a napkin nearby and handed it to the handsome stranger, who then wiped his shirt.

"Ah, no problem. I'm guessing you're new in the Twin Cities area?" The stranger chuckled, his French-Canadian accent was evident.

"Yeah, I'm supposed to be at Xcel Energy Center by 11:05...Is it okay if you could give me the directions to there? And how did you know I was new to the area?"

"I could tell by the North Face jacket, which is not advised for the Minnesotan weather...And sure, I can give you a ride to Xcel since I assume you walked here?"

Once again, he was right about me not driving to the Caribou Coffee shop we were in since I lived a block away.

"Oh thank god, thank you so much...." I smiled, only for it to falter when I didn't know his name.

"Marco, Marco Scandella." He smiled, shaking my hand.

"And I'm Y/N, Y/N L/N." I smiled back, shaking his hand before I pulled away. "And we got 10 minutes!"

"Alright! Let's go!"

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"Oh thank god, Y/N! Marco! You've arrived in time!" Coach Torchetti sighed as he opened the door and I quickly sat down in an empty seat near the personnel staff. "Anyways, boys, as you may know; we have a new head physical therapist. Y/N, why don't you introduce yourself?"

I stood up with a nervous smile and introduced myself. I also talked about how I used to work for the New York Islanders before I accepted the job here and other stuff. Eventually, the meeting was adjourned due to the coaches having a meeting about the trade deadline and other issues.

As I walked out of the room, I felt someone grab my arm and pull me into a dark room. My instinct was to scream, but they immediately rested their hand over my mouth, shushing me.

"Y/N, it's just me, Marco!" He happily chuckled before turning on the light and my E/C eyes made eye-contact with his brown-hazel eyes.

Sighing in relief, I playfully punched his arm. "Marco, what the hell did you do that for?"

He looked down at the floor before he had a crazy smile on his face. "You didn't tell me that you were the new physical therapist!"

"And you didn't tell me you were Marco Scandella, #6, defenseman..."

"Ok, touché."

"Anyways, why did you bring me in here?"

"I-uh-I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out sometime-"

And as soon as he droned on and on, I lifted his face up to make eye contact and immediately placed my lips on his, giving him a sweet yet gentle kiss.

"How does tonight at 6 sound?"

"That works great for me."

"Alright, I'll see you at 6 o'clock."

"Hey Marco!"

"Yeah?"

"I think you're forgetting something..."

And immediately, he blushed at the thought that I haven't given him my number and address. I did give to him and he kissed my cheek before he left.

"Ci vediamo più tardi, Y/N."

"I'll see you at 6, Marco."