It was a VIP ticket to a hockey game. “What’s thi-” “Hey, Nina!” Jessica’s voice suddenly rang through the restaurant. I had completely forgotten that we had planned to meet up at the end of my shift, which was almost over. I nervously clutched the ticket in my hand as she approached the counter a

“You must be Nina!” she said, standing up from her desk and coming around to greet me. Much to my surprise, she hugged me. I was a bit taken aback by my mentor’s vitality and warmth; it was not at all what I expected from a person who would deal with sweaty, whiny athletes all day. In fact, even tho

Nina The locker room was pitch black. Had we lost power? I didn’t dare to move in case I would accidentally bump into Enzo and give him the wrong idea. He was still hovering over me, his hand on the locker above me and his muscular body shielding me. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t fantas

Enzo “Why did you run away like that yesterday?” I asked. Nina and I were standing in the middle of the football field. I knew she was supposed to be working, but I didn’t care. After what I discovered yesterday, I couldn’t sleep all night from thinking about her. I had to talk to her. Nina’s fac

Nina The hockey game ended early after the fight. As it turned out, the player who attacked Enzo was on steroids to be bigger and stronger, and he took too many of them. When Enzo scored a goal, the other player flew into a fit of rage. He had a seizure while I was tending to Enzo, but I heard from