He awoke for a moment, turning to his side, feeling a slight resistance as his clothes clung to his back because of a sticky substance. Without opening his eyes to acknowledge the day, a smile formed on his lips, knowing that the sticky substance was a direct result of the champagne that had been dumped by the gallon over him and his team mates. He chuckled to himself softly, not knowing how on Earth he made his way back to the hotel room after last night. Content, he placed his hands behind his head, and opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling. His hands were met with a variety of colored confetti that had emigrated to his hair. He should have felt hung-over. He should have felt like re-gifting his insides to the world around him, but there was no taking away victory – a victory he'd waited his entire life for. It was time to go back to Boston, to be with the people that believed in him. He and his team mates wouldn't be very welcome in Vancouver anyway. After the team chipped in to cover any fines inflicted from the massive celebration the night before, the boys were on an early flight back to Beantown. The next couple of days felt like a dream. Tyler would find moments alone to appreciate the value of this victory. Tears would form in his eyes as he found himself at a loss for words. There was one thing for certain; Tyler Seguin wanted to feel this way again and again.

"What's up with you?" a female voice asked with attitude, interrupting his thoughts. Seguin grinned at his sibling and grabbed at her waist, catching her by surprise.

"What's up with your face?" he retorted, tickling his kid sister.

"Stop it Ty!" she pleaded among her fits of giggles. "Seriously, I'm way too old for this shit, stop!" she demanded her face turning a bright red from laughter.

"Watch your mouth little girl." He scolded her, ceasing to tickle her in the process. She looked at him with innocent eyes and smiled.

"Well if you'd stop blanking. Cass, Mom, and I are going to lunch. I guess you're invited." She teased flashing a million dollar smile that all the Seguin siblings seemed to inherit.

They'd chosen a small mom-and-pops joint on the outskirts of town. It would be difficult to go unrecognized anywhere at this point, but this was the best they'd be able to do. He sat outside the café, waiting for the food as his mom and sisters checked out the local shops. His interest was piqued when a tall brunette rounded the corner. She wore white pants that hugged her slim, long legs. Her hips swayed delicately as she walked, naturally, in small heels. He enjoyed the pretty sight and found himself admiring her for sometime – taking in her green top that bared elegant shoulders and thin arms. Just as she neared a group of young boys, close in his age, one of the boys chirped at her.

"I love it when girls wear white, can normally see their panties!"

The girl's cheeked flush, a rose tint covering her high cheekbones. She stopped in her tracks, her mouth hung slightly agape, appalled by the boy's comment. As if receiving a revelation, her sweet face transformed, a small smirk dancing on her lips. She turned to face the gentleman who had heckled her and began clapping – giving him a round of applause. Tyler found a smile of his own come to his lips at the girl's odd gesture. Amused, he continued to stare as the girl quickly turned on her heel – resuming her initial route. She'd only taken a couple steps before her hand landed swiftly on her rear producing a loud smacking noise. It was clearly out of character, and only Tyler could see the laughter escape her round lips as she continued to walk away without looking back. He began to chuckle, noticing the shocked looks from the boys she'd left to admire her as she sashayed her hips and walked away. Tyler found himself become incredibly happy as the girl neared his direction. He cupped his chin in hand, noticing her face become clearer as she came closer. A plump set of bee-stung lips that reminded him of a rosebud sat below a perfectly thinned nose that was sprinkled with a light coating of freckles that reminded him of cinnamon sugar. Her eyes were an unusually deep shade of green and slightly feline, but held a doe-like, wide-eyed innocence. Her brown hair reminded him of spun gold that had been dipped in milk chocolate. It fell in loose ringlets down her back and contrasted with her fair skin. Just as Tyler had been studying her, her green eyed gaze found his. That same rosy tint greeted her cheeks as she looked away quickly. His amused smile grew larger, his gaze still on the quirky beauty. She took a seat a couple tables away and buried her face in her hands.

"What was I thinking?" Emily muttered to herself. She found herself enjoying a small bout of laughter. Just as she pulled out her phone, hoping to call her mom to tell her of recent events, the boy she'd seen earlier pulled out a seat at her table. She was so lost in embarrassment; she hadn't even seen him come over and was caught off guard. She glanced up towards his face and instantly recognized him. She didn't want to let on that she knew him and flashed a friendly grin his way. He returned her grin with a dazzling smile of his own. 'Impressive.' Emily thought, feeling her stomach drop. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, anticipating another blush.

"Hi." She managed to squeak. His brown eyes lit up and his smile grew bigger, something she did not think was possible.

"Hi." He replied in a deliberately similar voice, humoring her. He rested his elbow on the table and placed his chin in his palm, tilting his head, amused. "What's your name?" he asked, his amused grin, now seemed mischievous and boyish.

"Emily." She replied, finding her composure. She extended her hand out to introduce herself doing her best to refrain from shaking. "Pleased to meet you." She found herself looking up at those brown eyes that looked as if they expected her to meet his gaze. He raised an eyebrow curiously and accepted her hand, taking it in his and giving it a firm shake.

"Tyler." He said, gripping her tiny hand in his for more seconds than necessary and flashing a wicked grin. Emily placed her free hand to her cheeks in hopes that it would cool them before she blushed.

"Where you from Emily?" he asked, her stomach doing more flips at the sound of her name from his lips. "No Boston accent, not that you've said very much." He added with a playful wink.

"Colorado." She responded, swallowing hard. She bit her lower lip nervously and caught his brown eyes wandering down to her mouth.

"So do I have to ask, or will you tell me more than that?" he laughed his face leaning in closer towards her as if she was the most interesting thing he's ever encountered. Emily could feel increasingly heated and exhaled slowly in hopes of calming her blush. She smiled slowly, prepared to answer him.

"I travel a lot for my job." She began, making eye contact with the boy and ensuring she kept it. "I model out of New York." She added softly, not wanting to sound as if she was bragging. "I grew up in Colorado, but the opportunities were in New York." He licked his lips and nodded understandingly, encouraging her to go on. "I came to Boston for a photo shoot. I leave in 4 days." She finished, his brown eyes losing their spark and his perma-grin falling slightly.

"Hmm." He said scratching his chin. "That's no good." He added. She searched his face, trying to read his reaction. "I guess we only have 4 days then." He informed her, his eyes studying her as the boyish grin came back to his lips. She tilted her head and he caught on to her confusion.

"Well, I'd have preferred at least a week to get to know you, but I guess 4 days will have to do." He explained. Her blush could not be stopped this time, her cheeks flushing as she looked away from the devastatingly handsome boy. His boyish grin became a knowing grin, a grin that knew he had made her blush and took pride in this. "Hey Em." He started.

"Yes?" she replied.

"You think you could take more jobs in Boston?"