You're watching your boyfriend, Kit, play his hockey game. It's late at night, but this is the set time for this game.

Then, he sees you at the spectating benches on the other side of the plastic protector window thing. He smiles and waves his hockey-gloved hand, and blows you a kiss.

After a while, his team wins from 10-5. He walks out of the changing rooms, wearing normal clothes now.

"Baby, did I do good?"

He grins, kissing you on the forehead while holding you against his body.