#tcsyn.

The big apple, the city that never sleeps, the city of dreams --- New York City was known by so many things and if you had asked Christen a year ago what it meant to her she’d probably tell you it was just another city. Of course, like every other city, there were spots she adored and landmarks she found fascinating just like any other tourist but it never grabbed her soul and made her leave a piece of her heart there the way some places like Los Angeles and Goteborg, Sweden did. She had no real ties to the state or the East Coast at all, really. However, if you asked Christen today what New York City meant to her she’d say simply -- Zazie. The rooftop restaurants and bars, the beautiful fountains, speakeasies, Central Park, no matter what it was, every corner she turned in the city she seemed to be reminded of the woman she’d met only a matter of months ago but had already brought so much to her life. Christen was never much of a daredevil and liked to stay in her comfort zone but with Zazie it was almost like she was fearless. She’d follow her anywhere she wanted to go and trust she was going to have an amazing time no matter what it was she was taking her to do. It had been quite the whirlwind and the soccer player still wasn’t fully able to catch her breath. 

They’re friends -- good friends. Friends who kiss a little too much and can’t seem to take their hands off each other but friends nonetheless. It was never meant to be anything serious, just two people having fun and enjoying each other’s company in whatever way they saw fit but with every little adventure the two went on together the more Christen found herself becoming addicted to the actress. She craved spending time with her when she was over two thousand miles away back in Utah and while she played it off very cool, she knew early on that she was a goner. The way Zazie moved, smiled, smelled -- Christen was completely hypnotized.  The way her eyes sparkled in the dim lighting of her apartment with just the glow from the city lights illuminating the room as she looked at her burned itself into the forefront of Christen’s memory to the point where it was the first thing she saw when she closed her eyes at night. Sometimes it was so clear she could practically feel the woman’s fingertips dragging themselves up her sides, electing goosebumps over every inch of her skin. She was in deeper than she’d like to admit but the night always brought the truth. Not even her dreams allowed an escape.

Now that the NWSL season was over Christen was left with a lot more time to devote to her brand RE--INC. As a co-CEO she had many new responsibilities that were still a bit foreign as she tried to navigate everything that her title entailed, but one thing she knew was that she was prepared for whatever was thrown at her because she was passionate about the brand and what they stand for. There was nothing more important than to be as hands on and involved as possible which is why she was more than happy to agree to be at a shoot they were doing in New York City. It was a coincidence that her brand was taking her there but a happy one at that. The last time she left Zazie it was without knowing how long they would have to go without seeing one another but if Christen was honest, she would’ve anticipated it being a bit longer than this weekend.