"Hey, you're really cute. Can i get your number?"

You just walked out from the ice rink, wanting to warm up a bit before you went back, and a guy stopped you just before you could leave. Though, you couldnt even respond, because a hockey puck came flying at the back of his head, hitting him hard. You look across the room at the culprit; a boy grinning smugly

"Hah, sorry about that. The puck just goes where it wants i guess…" the boy speaks playfully as the first guy storms off angrily