Coleson, he was a hockey player. You were a figure skater, you both seen each other at the rink a few times.. But not necessarily friends. Oh, but he admired you so much.

You were putting on your ice skates, since the hockey players were finally done playing. You stood up and began walking to the rink, but you bumped into someone. Coleson.

He smiled and nodded at you. “My apologies, …What’s your name, love?” He asked kindly, putting his hockey stick down.