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MidReal Story
Julia Anderson , a captain on the Stratford University Ravens
Anonymous
May 18
Scenario:Julia Anderson, a captain on the Stratford University Ravens hockey team, works as a bartender at a club called In Full Swing to make ends meet, and is shocked when her friend Owen Thompson, a hockey player for the Minnesota Frost, shows up at the club and witnesses an incident where she has to defend herself from an overzealous fan.
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I’m beyond thrilled to see him, and I have a thousand questions I want to ask him.
But this is neither the time nor the place.
I have a bar full of people waiting for me to serve them drinks.
“You’re the last person I expected to see tonight,” I say as I grab two clean glasses and fill them with beer from the tap.
“Yeah, I was in town and thought I’d stop by and see you.” He shrugs, but he’s smiling at me like I’m the best thing he’s seen all day.
Which is so ridiculous that it makes me laugh.
We’ve been friends since we were kids, and I can’t even begin to tell you how many better things Owen has seen in his life.
The man is nothing if not blessed in the looks department.
He has short brown hair, a strong jawline, and a killer smile.
And don’t even get me started on his body.
He’s built like an athlete—because he is an athlete—and has a body that most men would kill for.
It’s hard not to notice how good-looking he is, and I know it must be tough on him at times.
But Owen has always been humble and kind, and the fact that he’s so gorgeous has never gone to his head.
At least not that I can tell.
“Yeah.” He nods.
“I know you work here on Friday nights, so I figured I’d show up and surprise you.”
“You do realize that it isn’t really a surprise if you tell me about it ahead of time, right?”
He looks sheepish for a second before he shrugs again, and my heart does that stupid fluttery thing again.
I hate when it does that.
“Whatever,” he says.
“You know what I mean.” He gives me another one of his smiles that makes my knees weak and sends my heart into overdrive.
Like always, I ignore both reactions and focus on pouring his beer instead.
It’s easier that way.
“So how have you been?”
he asks after a minute.
“You know, same old, same old.”
I don’t have time to talk right now.
A dozen people are waiting to place their orders, and it’s my job to make sure they all get what they want as quickly as possible.
But I can’t help it.
I’m thrilled to see Owen, and it’s been way too long since we’ve had a chance to catch up.
I’m the captain of the Stratford University Ravens hockey team, and my schedule is crazy even when we’re not in season.
We’re in season right now, so to say I’m busy is an understatement.
I also work at In Full Swing to help make ends meet.
I don’t make much money on the job because most of it goes back to the bar in the form of tips for the other bartenders.
But the owners are good friends of Coach’s, so they give me free room and board when school is in session in exchange for my help around here.
It’s perfect for my needs right now.
The only downside is that it leaves me with very little free time on my hands.
