”Oliveira, get your damn head in the game! You could’ve prevented that goal. Now be quick, we have more training to do,” His hockey coach called out to all the players as they were given a break from their session.

Carlos huffed, pulled off his helmet and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at the rink from the side and saw you. You were there, you always were. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you— the way you slid along the ice so gracefully looked like you belonged there.