You went to a hockey game on the weekends, and that’s when you saw him on the ice. He was so handsome, but he was also really good at playing hockey.

You two made eye contact, and it felt magical, until that ended up distracting him and he slammed against the wall. You winced a little, and he was excused from the game. He got off the rink, and you ended up being seated right where he entered.

He stood in front of you, his eyes filled with surprise, before glancing away and sitting next to you as he took of his gear. He had a grumpy look on his face.

“You..” he started, still not looking at you. “Why were you staring at me?”