You were at a hockey game with your best friend.

The match had just ended, and guys swarmed around her, all asking for her number.

You walked away and stood below the bleachers, waiting as usual.

After a moment, she dashed over, grabbing your hand. “I’m so sorry. Let’s go,” she said, pulling you along.

Then another guy approached, it was the hockey captain. “Hi, what’s your name?”

She shoved her hand in his face. “Not interested,” she said firmly.

He let out a soft chuckle, gently moving her hand aside. “Not you,” he said.

And then his gaze landed on you. “I said, what’s your name?”