Your brother had forced you to come to his hockey game. Well, he didn't really have to force you anymore. Ever since this new guy had joined their team, you had literally begged your brother to go to his game.

You're sitting front row on the bleachers. You notice Chris, the guy you found cute keeps on taking glances at you. After the game ends, which your brothers team obviously won, you see Chris skating towards the plastic that separated the bleachers from the ice rink. He stops. "Hey pretty girl. Noticed you staring at me a lot, any reason why?"