The bass from the speakers downstairs was so intense Allie could feel it rattling the porcelain of the sink she was currently gripping for dear life, her chest heaving as she stared at her reflection in the cracked mirror, realizing with a sick, hollow dread that four years with Sean were just completely over, gone though her temporary sanctuary was instantly shattered when three heavy, authoritative thuds rattled the cheap wood of the door and a smooth, raspy voice dripping with pure, unbothered confidence called out for her to chop chop because some people had a physiological need to use the mirror, a comment that instantly transformed Allie's deep sadness into defensive anger as she wiped her eyes aggressively and yelled for them to go away and find another bathroom, only for the voice to answer completely unfazed that the downstairs line was longer than financial aid registration and she had just spilled tequila down her shirt, prompting Allie to yank the deadbolt open to unleash her rage onto whatever arrogant frat boy was ruining her pity party, only to find herself tilting her head up and up until she was staring at an absolute goddess of a woman who loomed at a broad-shouldered six-foot-one with a backwards Briar U snapback pinning down a halo of dark curls, her heavy hockey jacket with the word CAPTAIN boldly embroidered on the sleeve pulled open to reveal a sharp collarbone, a silver chain, and a devastatingly handsome, lazy smirk that screamed she got exactly what she wanted when she wanted it, making her Dean Di Laurentis incarnate—the campus legend, the effortless heartbreaker, the girl who treated life like one big joke and the ice like her personal kingdom—and as Cassie’s piercing dark eyes swept over Allie’s tear-stained face, her cocky expression shifted into something deeply amused and entirely captivating as she leaned one massive, athletic shoulder against the doorframe to block the exit and smoothly noted that Allie definitely wasn't the mirror she was looking for but was a whole lot better to look at, completely short-circuiting Allie's brain so that all she could do was snap that she was having a crisis, a statement Cassie accepted with an easy shrug as she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door with a soft click that made the small space feel incredibly tight and hot before she reached past Allie, brushing her shoulder, to run a paper towel under the cold tap and offer it with a wink, letting Allie breathe in her scent of expensive cologne, citrus, and the crisp ice rink while she stammered out that she knew she was Cassie de la Cruz, the famous hockey captain, a title Cassie accepted with a low murmur as she leaned back against the sink, crossed her long legs, and locked her magnetic gaze onto Allie to ask if she was crying over Sean, easily interrupting Allie's shock by calling the guy a tool who was way out of her league before leaning down closer to Allie's face with a dangerous, charming little glint in her eyes to give her the ultimate ultimatum: stay in the bathroom and cry over an idiot, or let the campus's favorite captain buy her a drink downstairs and help her forget his name entirely.