I rushed through the back hallways of the Broadmoor World Arena carrying a stack of papers in my hands taller than I was. I had to get the player paperwork up to the executives in five minutes, and the trip to the conference room took ten. Any way you looked at it, I was screwed. As I rounded a corner and hurried up a flight of stairs, I ran into a chest. A broad, well-defined chest, but a chest nonetheless. I swore loudly, not caring if I had sent Lou Nanne flying.

"Here, let me help you with that." The torso spoke, and I noticed it was attached to a very good-looking guy. He had short, slightly curly hair, and a strong jaw line. His lips were curved onto a cute crooked smile and I suddenly found myself tongue-tied.

"Thanks, I just need to get these to the committee, I'm running late." I pulled the loose papers into a haphazard pile and stood up. The guy rose and handed me a few more papers he collected.

"There you go." He said, standing there awkwardly.

I cleared my throat quietly. "Well, if you could just- I need to get up there-"

The guy- I still needed to get his name- moved out of my way at once, stuttering apologies. I dashed up the stairs and out of sight before he could take a breath.

I burst though the conference room doors panting to find no one was there. I checked the clock. I was ten minutes late; the directors should have been there. I set the papers on the table and carefully walked around it. I sighed; I was so fired. The sound of the door shutting made me spin around. It was Walter Bush, the man who gave me this job in the first place.

"Herb's went and picked the team already, we won't be needing the paperwork."

I nodded and picked up the papers, pushing them into a nicer pile. For the first time today I really looked at any of the papers and at the top was not a player profile, but a psychology test. "Mr. Bush? Do you know what this is?"

Walter craned his neck to inspect the document. "It looks like those tests Herb was passing out to his players."

'It must have belonged to the guy I ran into earlier' I thought, as I made my way back down the stairs. I sat down behind my desk and sifted through the papers searching for a picture that matched the face that held me speechless. I found him, about halfway through the stack. I ran my finger over the edge of the Polaroid.

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I'm still kinda new at this but how's that for a cliffhanger? Pairings are still welcomed; the guy she sees in the picture may not be the guy I have her end up with.