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It had been a fucking Week, but now Sonya was out with her friends and things were looking up. Mel had just spotted Ilya fucking Rozanov at the bar and Sonya was going to make her move. He was easily in her top five of dream celebrity hook ups and, based on his reputation and the way she knew she looked, the most realistic one.
Right now Rozanov looked a little like he wanted to be anywhere but here, completely focused on his phone. It didn't seem very on brand for him, but she supposed everyone could have an off day, even superstar hockey players. Sonya was sure she could cheer him up. She made her way over to the bar where he was sitting and flipped her hair in a tried and true flirty move.
"Hi."
He barely looked up at her, without even putting his phone down. He looked her up and down, raised his eyebrows and went back to his phone. She was actually impressed at how much judgement and indifference he had conveyed with that short of an interaction. Sonya sighed and walked away. Well, so much for things looking up. She needed another fucking drink.