Campbell Saunders wiggled in his uncomfortably upright airplane seat, only half listening to the flight attendant's speech that he had already heard three times this week. As she rambled on about connecting flights and the poor weather in Toronto, Campbell played aimlessly with the buttons on his phone, waiting until he was finally allowed to use it.

Since being drafted into the NHL that summer, he had barely been back to Ontario. With an intense summer training preparing him for the competitiveness of professional hockey, a busy schedule and constant press conferences and practices, Campbell was beginning to feel overwhelmed. Playing his first game in Toronto was supposed to calm his nerves but his anxiety was at an all time high. While excited to play in front of his family, they were an added pressure and he knew the he could not play poorly in front of them. To add on to the stress, his girlfriend, Maya Matlin would be in the second row behind the bench.

Maya and Cam had been together for over three years but with her still being in high school, they had not seen each other in almost four months. Cam missed everything about her and could not wait until she was in his arms tonight. They talked on the phone nearly every night, with constant texts, snapchats and Facebook messages, but Campbell missed seeing her smile and play with her hair and kissing her.

"You may now begin using cellular devices but please remained seated with…" The flight attendant announced and Campbell immediately pressed the power button at the top of his phone. As soon as it turned on he dialled Maya's number, barely even looking at his phone and just letting his muscle memory go on autopilot. The phone rang only once before he heard the adorable blonde yell loudly, "CAM! You're in Toronto! Right now! We are in the same city!"

"Hey My," he replied, a smile growing across his pale face, "We just landed. I asked coach and I can go for dinner with you tonight, as long as I'm back at the hotel before our team meeting at 9. I'll grab a cab as soon as I can and meet you at your house."

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds great. I've missed you so much, babe. We might even have to skip dinner."

Campbell laughed coyly praying that his teammate beside him had not overheard Maya, "Um, I guess, if that's what you want to do but I'm good with just talking and hanging out too."

Maya sighed which Campbell imagined was accompanied by a overdramatic eye roll, "You're such a goody-good. How about a quick dinner and then we'll see what happens?"

The seatbelt light switched off and all of Campbell's teammates stood, stretching their long, muscular limbs that ached from the long flight from Dallas. "We can get off the plane now, so I've got to go but I'll see you in a bit. Love you."

Maya returned the 'I love you' and Cam hung up, placing the phone in the front pocket of his loose jeans. He too stretched as he stood, feeling the pain of the game they had played the night before. A hard hit had left him with a sharp pain in his knee that he was trying to ignore so he could play then next day. His limp, however, was more noticeable after sitting for so many hours and he hung back behind his team in hopes of them not seeing him struggling to walk.

"Saunders, wait!" Campbell heard someone say behind him. Swinging around and nearly knocking over a display case with his bag, Cam saw his coach approaching him.

"Hey coach, what do you need? I'm still good to go see Maya right?" Campbell asked crossing his fingers on one hand and rubbing his other clammy palm against his pant leg.

His coach who towered over Cam, looked down on him and nodded. His nod, however, was accompanied by a unwelcoming frown. "Yes, Saunders, but don't be late for the meeting tonight. We are going to be looking at some of Toronto's recent gameplay and I need to talk to your line about your poor performance last night."

Cam swallowed hard. He knew the team was disappointed with him and his line mates after they had let in two easy goals, last night, but hearing the words stung. "I understand, I'll be back in time." With a quick nod, the two separated, his coach following the rest of his team onto a bus and Campbell towards the row of taxis outside.