"Thanks to this stranger-turned-partner in crime for showing me around. Now if only I knew your real name...."
Twenty-three year old Nathaniel Reeves is in the prime of his hockey career. After recently being traded to the New York Rangers, he's d...
"Maeve, when I asked you if anything eventful happened last night after I left, meeting an NHL star might have been something to mention!" Anna squealed shoving her phone into my face yet again.
"This is bad, Anna," I groaned in response, dropping my head into my hands. "What if someone recognizes me?"
There are 8.491 million people in New York City. That's 8.491 million faces that you might pass on the street or 8.491 million bodies that you might bump into at the bar. And that 8.491 million excludes the 50+ million that just visit the city a year. I'm not good at math, but I think that means the odds of me, ordinary Maeve, meeting one of the top hockey players in the NHL are pretty slim. But yet....here I was in the living room of my tiny Manhattan apartment staring at one Instagram post that could potentially ruin my life. And it already had over 24,000 likes.
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"How is this a bad thing!? You love hockey and I know for a fact you did your happy dance when you found out Nate Reeves was traded to the Rangers," Anna stated, as if that fact somehow made up for the fact that I was on the Instagram feed of over 24,000 people. I knew that "harmless selfie" would come back to bite me.
Anna did have a point though. I loved hockey. I did happy dance when Reeves was traded to the Rangers. But she was missing the point. I was Maeve O'Donald. The one and only adopted daughter to Conner and Kathleen O'Donald. And if those two names don't ring a bell, it's probably because they shouldn't. My family of three was beyond ordinary, and for the better part of my life, I've liked it that way.
That's why when Nathaniel Reeves approached me at the bar last night offering to buy me a drink, I instinctively knew I should turn him down.
So how did one drink turn into me being dubbed his "stranger-turned-partner in crime" and a selfie that was blowing up the whole NHL Nathaniel Reeves fandom? Well, I guess that's where the story really begins.
Author's Note
Just a short introduction to my new story, "Dump and Chase." I'm SUPER excited for this one, especially as Stanley Cup Playoffs start to wind down. I have big plans for this and cannot wait to share them!
Just to make things clear- This story is entirely fictional. It is not a New York Rangers fanfic, no players on the team will be mentioned (as much as I love them all), and you also don't need to be a hockey fan to read/understand any of the story! Now that that's all out of the way...don't be a silent reader! Love you all :)
