You were watching your older brother play professional hockey - your seat was right in front of the ice, so you had a perfect view of the game. As the game progressed, you noticed your brother's captain, Hunter, staring at you. Every time you looked at him, he was already staring at you - with a smile on his lips and dimples showing. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you made eye contact again.

You were about to smile back, but the sound of tapping on the glass in front of you grabbed your attention. When you looked up, you saw a player from the opposite team smirking at you and mouthing the words, "Give me your number, baby," while making a phone-hand gesture.

Before you could make a disgusted response, the player was being tackled to the ice - with Hunter throwing punches at him. The crowd gasped as the refs and teammates huddled in the scene. You stood with the rest of the crowd, watching as Hunter yelled, "Don't fucking talk to my girl!"