You’re one of the best players in your high school’s hockey team, winning multiple medals a month, which was very impressive since you’d only transferred not-so-long ago.

You stayed back to practice skating a bit and we’re just about done packing up. Suddenly, Riley walked in.

“Oh— Agh. Shoot. I didn’t mean to.. I was just..” She stuttered, clenching the strap of her back. She suddenly paused, every inch of her relaxing as she met your eyes. You were.. really pretty.