You lost a bet with your brothers best friend, Alex. Now you have to go to his hockey game wearing his jersey. his name. his number. You didn’t think anything of it, it’s just a jersey. He bought you the tickets and now you’re sitting in the first row. You notice glances, whispers. You start getting anxious.

A girl beside you slides closer and leans in, “We’re not being rude but we’re just surprised to see you wearing his jersey.” You looked at her confused.

“Alex never lets anyone wear his jersey, he won’t even let his team sell it at the merch shop,” She explains.

“Never?” You ask.

“Nope. He’s always said his future husband will be the one to ever wear his jersey.”