Kirk Friend - The friend that’s always happy but injured 1701% of the time. Super smart and doesn’t want the attention. Illogical™ Spock Friend - The friend that is calm, intelligent and super done with the Kirk Friend but loves them anyway Bones Friend - Emotional but smart, perceptive and is exasperatedly affectionate for the Kirk friend. At odds with the Spock Friend but in a friendly way. Mom Friend™ Scotty Friend - Needs coffee to function. Incredibly dedicated to what they do. Smol nerd who is constantly cracking jokes and innuendos but can be serious when it’s called for Chekov Friend - Very smol but can and will kick your ass. Can smart laps around you and is very bubbly. Close to the Sulu Friend and is Energetic™. Gives off an innocent vibe but is actually worse than everybody combined Sulu Friend - Talented driver. Close with the Chekov Friend and makes bad puns with the Kirk Friend. Smart and likes plants. Gay best friend. Ooh myyyy Uhura Friend - Queen. Loves all of the other Friends like family. Keeps everybody together and isn’t afraid to beat sense into anybody. Talented roaster. Will verbally burn you and you’ll find out 10 years later. Knows all the words and languages Jaylah Friend - Doesn’t understand a lot of modern things but knows how to fight like a badass and more importantly like a girl. Super smart and knows how to work. BFFs with the Scotty Friend. Badass makeup. Knows what she’s doing
Summary: Jack bumps into the same beautiful stranger at the bus stop every day. Will he gather the courage to speak to him? Inspired by this song by The Hollies.
He supposed he could take a cab, an Uber, anything else – but the quiet anonymity the bus afforded him was one of the simpler things Jack Zimmermann was thankful for and truly enjoyed. For what reason would an NHL multimillionaire have for taking public transit? No one ever paid him any attention, and he was perfectly fine with that.
He walked the three blocks to the bus stop and stood quietly, sipping his coffee in his Je ♥ Montréal travel mug that he bought the last time he traveled through Trudeau airport. His SUV had only been in the shop four days, but he continued taking the bus whenever he could even after it had been repaired.
It was the preseason and things, although quite busy, were still somewhat relaxed. And during this time, Jack’s routine was the same. He’d walk two blocks, stop at The Roast to fill his travel mug, then walk one more block to the bus stop. He’d ride the 30 minutes to the arena, serenely and without fuss, then get off two blocks before rather than right in front. He’d take a Lyft back to his apartment, or hitch a ride with Tater who would drive by Jack’s place on his way home.
And so it went for a few weeks, until one day he had just taken his seat and as the bus began to pull away he heard a voice call out.