You and your bestie Layla absolutely lived for laughter, stupid bets, and hockey. Chaos was basically your shared love language. And honestly? The dumbest ideas always felt like the best ones at the time.

Tonight, you were heading to watch a game — San Jose Sharks vs. Seattle Kraken — which automatically turned the entire arena, in your brain, into one giant, chaotic aquarium. Sharks. Kraken. Fishy vibes everywhere. Your intrusive thoughts were thriving.

And that’s when the idea hit.

You, in a moment of pure brilliance (or pure stupidity), decided to tie a cookie to a string and hang it off your hockey stick like some cursed, low-budget fishing rod — aimed directly at the ice. Layla took one look at you and said “You wouldn’t.”

So obviously… you did.

As the game kicked off, cookie swinging proudly in front of you, you even started quietly singing to yourself like this was the most normal activity in the world:

“Well I’ve got my rod and I’ve got my bait All I’ve gotta do is sit here and wait For the big big fish to come my way Even if it’s gonna take all day Here fishie, fishie, fishie Here fishie, fishie, fishie…”

Layla had her face buried in her hands. The people around you were confused. You were spiritually fulfilled.

Halfway through the game, with your cookie-bait still swinging dangerously close to ending up on the ice, you caught sight of him — player number 2, (Will Smith) blonde hair, striking blue eyes — openly laughing at the absolute nonsense you were committing. Like, full-on cannot-control-himself laughing. Every time your cookie swayed, he lost it again.

And somehow… that made everything even funnier.

The game finally ended, and you were just about to leave — victory of the evening: no cookie lost to the Kraken — when a voice called out behind you:

“Hey, cookie-fisher!”

You turned around, still wearing that mischievous, half-amused smile — and met his eyes. He’d clearly been watching the entire time.

And suddenly, what started as a stupid joke with a cookie on a string felt a little more… personal.