Bleeding Black and Gold (Bruins- Tuukka Rask)

Chicago Part 1

I take a deep breath in through my nose as I sling my messenger bag over my shoulder while walking up the tunnel of the plane into O'Hare. I love traveling, and the best thing about this trip is that it puts me over 950 miles away from Tuukka, and less than 20 away from Patrick. 

"Having fun yet?" Ryan asks, coming up behind me. 

"Yeah, listening to you snore is always a great time," I smirk. 

"I make snoring sexy," Ryan smirks back before winking at me. I laugh at him as we continue to the baggage claim. 

"You said that we were going over to your friend's apartment for dinner, right?" Ryan asks as we wait for Brian at baggage claim. 

"Yeah," I smile, looking down at my phone as I text Patrick.

Hey Patrick. Just landed at O'Hare. Still on for dinner? 

He responds almost immediately. Definitely still on for tonight. Come over at around 6?

Sure. Attire?

Business casual sound good?

Sounds great. See you at 6!

All right, see you then!

I shut my phone off and slide it into my pocket as Brian and Ryan grab their suitcases. Ryan grabs mine off the belt before I can protest or grab it myself, and he earns a glare and a punch on the shoulder from me for it. 

"Just trying to be nice," he pretends to cry. 

"Hey, you two, be nice," Brian scolds us with a snap of his fingers and motions for us to be quiet while he's on the phone. 

"So what time is dinner at?" Ryan asks me. 

"6 o clock, sharp," I say, and then smile. 

"Gotcha. What're we wearing?" 

"Business casual." 

"Dang, who is this guy?" Ryan asks, giving me a shocked look from the corner of his eye. 

"You'll see," I smile.

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Ryan, Brian, and I are in our rental car outside Patrick's building at 5:55 that evening. 

"This is a nice building," Ryan whispers to me. 

"What can I say; I've got connections," I smirk, giving him a slight shrug as we climb out of the car. We walk up to the doorman, and he asks for our names. 

"Alexandria Leighton." I say, and he lets us right in. We take the elevator to the 21st floor, stopping only once at maybe the 15th floor to let a young woman on. As she gets off at the 18th floor, Ryan does a double take as Patrick Sharp walks by. 

"Do my eyes deceive me, or did I just see Patrick Sharp?!" 

"Your eyes deceive you a lot. I wouldn't be surprised," I tease him as the elevator stops at the 21st- and top- floor. 

"Number 18...no that's 13...17, ah 18!" I exclaim as we reach Patrick's apartment. I knock on the door, and a few moments later, Patrick opens it. 

"Alex!" 

He crushes me in a hug while I'm sure at least Ryan's mouth has dropped open. 

"I missed you,"I laugh, pulling back from the hug. 

"Same here! All good in Boston?" 

"All's well that ends well," I say easily. I'll tell him about Tuukka and I tonight.