LOGININTERVIEWThe Setting: A slightly cramped, dimly lit studio office. I am sitting behind a desk piled high with notebooks and coffee cups. Michael and Axel are sitting on a worn-out leather sofa across from me. Michael is leaning back, looking entirely too relaxed, while Axel is trying to adjust his scrubs and look professional.Me (The Writer): "Listen, I am only doing this because my editor forced me to, and quite frankly, I am still recovering from the stress you two put me through. You kept me up until three in the morning for months, Michael, and I haven't forgiven you for that stunt at the press conference. Try to keep the PDA to a minimum, or I swear I will write a scene where you both get food poisoning from that pizza you love so much. Am I understood?"Michael: [He smirks, leaning an arm along the back of the sofa, looking at me with pure amusement.] "You’re the one who put us in these situations, aren't you? If anyone should be apologizing for the stress, I think it’s the pe
The morning light filtered through the glass windows of our kitchen, and the soft glow illuminated my heavy nursing textbooks. I sat at the marble island with a steaming mug of coffee, and I focused on the complex diagrams for my final board exams.The house felt very peaceful, and the only sound came from the distant hum of the dishwasher in the next room. I took a slow sip of my drink, and I felt a sense of calm that I never managed to find during my college years.I heard the familiar thumping of footsteps in the living room, and I looked over my shoulder to see Michael sitting on the fabric sofa. He wore a pair of comfortable gray sweatpants, and he held a cold ice pack against his right knee."How does the knee feel after that professional game last night?" I asked him, and I pushed my thick textbook aside to focus on his recovery. "You played very hard, and I watched the final period until the clock hit zero.""My knee feels a lot better today, because the ice helps reduce the s
I knelt on the carpeted floor of the quiet hallway, and I held the small velvet box up to the man I loved. Axel stared at the silver ring shining under the overhead lights, and hot tears spilled down his flushed cheeks.He covered his mouth with his shaking hands, and he let out a loud sob that echoed in the empty corridor. I waited for his verbal answer, and my heart beat fast inside my chest."You are an absolute idiot for doing this today, Michael," Axel cried out, and he wiped the wet tears from his face. "You told the national sports media about our private life, and you almost gave me a heart attack in that crowded room.""I wanted the whole world to know you belong to me, and I did not want to wait another day," I answered him. "I love you a lot, so please tell me your final answer.""Yes, I will marry you," Axel spoke through his happy tears, and he nodded his head several times to confirm his choice. "I will marry you, but I am still mad at you for the public surprise."I let
His final word echoed through the large media room, and my brain stopped working for a few seconds. I stood frozen near the heavy wooden doors, and I felt a bright red blush cover my warm face.The quiet room erupted into loud chaos, and the sharp noise hurt my ears. The sports journalists gasped out loud, and they typed fast messages into their laptop computers.They twisted their bodies in their metal folding chairs, and they turned around to follow Michael's loving gaze. A dozen bright camera flashes pointed toward the back of the room, and the photographers took pictures of my blue medical scrubs.The reporters started shouting new questions at the wooden podium, and they begged Michael for more details about our relationship. They wanted to know the date of the wedding, and they asked about my identity.I felt very overwhelmed by the unexpected attention, and I wanted to hide my red face behind my hands. I did not know how to handle the national sports media, and I felt very scar
A young man in the front row suddenly stood up from his metal folding chair, and he held a yellow notepad in his hand. He did not wait for permission to speak, and he pulled the silver microphone close to his mouth.The loud reporter stared at Michael with a challenging look, and he decided to ask a very personal question. The room grew very quiet, and the other journalists stopped typing on their keyboards to listen."My sources claim you rejected the initial rookie offer during your first meeting with the front office last month," the reporter shouted into the microphone. "Is it true you almost gave up this draft pick to stay in-state with your partner?"I stopped breathing for a second, and I felt a cold chill run down my spine. The question felt very intrusive, and I worried the media would try to spin our private lives into a negative scandal for the public.The team manager stepped forward with a deep frown on his face, and he reached out to grab the microphone away from the pod
I started my morning orientation at the Seattle hospital very early, and the large medical center felt very intimidating. I walked through the busy emergency ward, and I introduced myself to the senior nursing staff.The medical equipment looked very advanced, and the clean hallways smelled like fresh antiseptic. I carried my heavy textbook under my arm, and I took careful notes during the training sessions.I wanted to prove I deserved the transfer spot, and I answered all the medical questions with quick confidence. The doctors treated me with respect, and they did not care about the viral sports videos from last month.They only cared about my practical skills, and I demonstrated my ability to handle stressful situations with ease. I checked the vital signs of a few patients, and I helped the team organize the supply closets before lunch.The head doctor praised my gentle bedside manner, and he told me I possessed a great instinct for medicine. I felt very validated by his kind wor
The bright morning sun woke me up, and I reached for my phone on the nightstand before I remembered the chaotic events from yesterday. I pulled my hand back fast because I did not want to look at any digital screens today. The sports network broadcast had ended with a massive shock, and I knew the
Mr. Sterling stood in the loud hallway, but I did not wait for his response. I pushed the heavy wooden door open and walked into the team dressing room. The space was packed with players taking off their practice gear, and the loud chatter stopped the second I stepped inside. Every single guy stare
The morning sun filled my small bedroom with bright light, and a fresh wave of energy replaced the heavy stress from the past few days. The digital clock on my nightstand showed seven o'clock. Instead of feeling anxious about the terrible campus gossip, a genuine sense of peace settled in my chest.
I held Miller's phone tight against my ear. My hands trembled while I stood in the middle of the dorm room. The living room fell silent because Carter and Miller watched me with worried expressions. I focused all my attention on the deep voice coming through the small speaker."I am right here, Gol







