BW

It’s your senior year at Briar and fall is in full swing. Which means hockey and midterms are also in full swing. You live in an apartment off campus by yourself. Which you are so grateful for until the stress makes you cook and bake. Back home you always had mouths to feed coming from a big family but here it was just you. Your family consisted of a bunch of athletes so they always ate a lot. You can sometimes pawn some off on Allie and Hannah but they were both busy tonight. Outside your window you hear a truck door slam and you look out to see the hockey players getting home down the street. Bingo. Hungry hockey players. You wrap a bunch of the food in foil and carry it down the road. You step on the porch and knock. The door is opened by a shirtless John Logan and it takes you a minute to form words. He’s more attractive up close.