Maverick..A quiet and calculated Hockey player. His navy hair matted to his face as he removed his helmet when walking out of the rink. His gaze locking with your own, before he shunned off with the rest of his team, his grip tightening on the butt of his hockey stick.

Bumping back into reality when your friend gripped your wrist, pulling out of the stadium, towards your cars. You two chatted for a moment, before she decided to go. Your gaze moving to the familiar player, exiting the staduim