#anderslarsson

He walked rather briskly, cane in hand but thankfully he had the energy to not need it too badly today. Christian came into the cafe tiredly after making it nearly back to his apartment, looking for the spot he sat in. He ran a hand through his mussed hair, coming over to a man at the table. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but... I think I misplaced my wallet around here? Should have an ID in it that says ‘Christian’? I had a job interview right in that spot and I think it just slipped right out of my pants.” He laughed, embarrassed but also incredibly nervous it just wasn’t there. He sank into the chair across from the man, suddenly very tired from walking that fast across various blocks. 

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when  the  hockey  game  ended ,  alice  was  going  to  GREAT  her  friend  with  her ,  three  years  old  daughter .  dominique  (  mimi )   was  dressed  with  a  shirt  of  anders's  team  &  with  the  number  of  his  shirt .  the  little  girl  was  eager  to  meet  him .   mimi  likes  sports  in  general ,   especially  the  ones  in  the  ice  or  some  martial  arts .  she  followed  the  instruction  that  anders  gave  to  her ,  to  meet  up  him  in  the  locker  room .  it  didn't  take  long  to  find  the  locker  room .   ❛     hey  anders !  i  could  make  it ,  but  look  who  i've  brought  HERE. . .       ❜   mimi  suddenly  got  shy  &  hid  behind  her  mother .  alice  gave  a  step  aside  so  he  could  see  she  was  wearing  his  'shirt'  to  root   for  his  team .     ❛     this  is  mimi ,  my  daughter  ---- uh  ---  she's  so  shy  right  NOW.   she  said  she'd   say  hi  for  you.      ❜   she  added .   dominique  embraced  her  mother's  leg,  watching  anders  sheepishly .  

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Angela Alcott rubbed furiously at her temple as she rode the elevator up to Anders’ apartment, trying to balance the beginnings of a migraine with her desire not to mess with her makeup. Despite the early morning sun that had poured into the lobby as she’d crossed it in her white Manolo Blahnik heels, she already felt like she’d been awake for weeks. It had been a hard bout of negotiating to convince the Taste of Boston execs to let her take the lead on these features instead of sharing them out among the hosts, and now her first featured segment on one of the Bruins’ newest transplants was being shot mere weeks after the team had gotten knocked out of the Stanley Cup playoffs. Angela didn’t profess to be a hockey fan in any sense of the term, but even she understood, as she leaned her head back against the cool metal of the elevator car, that the circumstances of her first solo assignment could be better.

“Yes, baby doll... you just keep letting everyone know how badly you’re wanting this...”

                      alice  agreed  to  meet  anders  at   night.  she  wanted  to  cheer  him  up,  &  she  didn't  see  a  problem  of  hang  out.  it  has  been  a  while  she  was  out   by  herself  without  going  in  a  dates  ( with  her  daughter )  or  have  fun  without  her  daughter  around.  it  was  even  weird,  for  herself.  it  took  her  a  quite  time  to  find  a  nanny  to  watch  out  dominique,  though  she  tugged  her  daughter  in  bed,  before  she  leaves...  but  knowing  well  her  'breed, '  she  knew  dominique  would  be  up  soon,  to  make  a  mess.

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At this point, almost a decade into her YouTube career, Angela was pretty comfortable in front of a camera. She was confident and charismatic, always had a way of connecting with the viewer and making them feel special. But on Taste of Boston, it wasn’t just her and the audience. There were three other co-hosts on her show, all of them vying for attention and airtime. Angela’d only been a talk show host for five months, maybe six, but already she liked it. She had dreams of a solo gig, magazine covers, a book club and her own TV network. That couldn’t happen with three other idiots breathing down her neck. So she thought about how she could make herself stand out, prove that she was more than just a talking head vlogger from LA, that she could do more with this opportunity. A good story was what she needed, somebody famous, somebody the people would care about, with something compelling to say to or about the city of Boston.

And damn if Anders Larsson, recent addition to the Boston Bruins, hadn’t just fallen into her lap like a sign from God. (If Angela believed in God. The jury was still out.)