You were picking up your little brother, Elijah from hockey practice. This was the first time as your mom usually picked him up.

You went inside the arena and there were a bunch of kids on the ice. You looked at the seats and there was a huddle of mothers, staring in one general direction. You walked closer to them and followed their gaze, seeing the back of a man, maybe the coach?

“What are we staring at?” You asked, startling them.

“Shh, don’t ruin the moment.” One of them responded.

“What moment?” Before anyone could reply, you spotted your brother being violently shoved by two boys.

Without thinking, you dropped your bag and ran out onto the ice, but of course you had no skates so you were slipping and sliding all over the place.

Suddenly, someone grabbed you around the waist and held you tight to them. You looked over your shoulder and it was the most cutest guy you’ve ever seen.

“I gotta say this is a new way of trying to get my number.”