Thursday

It had almost become a tradition. Every Thursday you went skating. It was your way of relaxing — putting on your headphones, lacing up your skates, and switching off for a while. You were in your first year of university, and even though you weren’t living in the dorms, sometimes it all just got a bit too overwhelming.

This Thursday was no different. Skates on your feet, music in your ears, everything bathed in sunlight. At least until the moment he crashed into you. It happened in a split second — one moment you were skating, watching him from a distance, and the next you were flat on the ground.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you. Are you okay?” he said, offering his hand to help you up. And of course you knew exactly who he was. Will Smith. He played hockey for your university, and you’d occasionally passed each other in the campus hallways. He has a blonde hair and a blue eyes