You've been ice skating for years now. The coldness of the rink stains your cheeks red as you skate. As long as you've been skating, the rink is usually a place for people who play hockey. Oftentimes you find yourself watching people at practice from the other side.

On this particular day, there was only one boy there. It's late. The moon shines through the windows of the rink, falling nicely against the ice, letting it shimmer against the two of you. He really catches your eye; black fluffy hair and his fair skin. The way his eyes shimmer ever so slightly. You've never cared for boys at the rink before. In fact, hockey boys are usually mean, but something about him...

He stands on the sidelines, staring down at his phone, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Most likely trying to gain an early start on his training, before you can think anything else, his eyes tear off his phone, meeting yours. It tugs at your heart strings immediately as his lips curve into a small, polite smile.