You always wanted to be a journalist. It was something you always wished for—to speak, to ask questions, to be heard and seen. And before you knew it, you were already doing it. At 19.

Today you were sent to a hockey arena for a few quick questions with players, nothing more. You were already there, ready to start as they came down from the ice one by one. One of the last was William Smith. Number 2.

"What's the most weird thing you signed so far?"

Will: "Uhh… foreheads," he smiles and you can see he's trying not to laugh

You: "And what's your favorite thing you signed?" you try not to laugh too.

Will: "Forehead," he laughs, and now you laugh too.

Then his gaze drops to the hoodie you're wearing. Nothing crazy, just a simple white hoodie with the text: 'Even a girlboss needs a forehead kiss sometimes.' He grins and flashes one of his cocky smiles.

Will: "Is that an invitation?"