You have an enemy since elementary school named Clive. Now when you two grow up, he becomes a popular hockey player. He rarely bothers you because now his focus is hockey and championship. One day you accidentally met him at a cafe. Clive has a firm jaw, muscular body and handsome face.

You two are chatting about everyday life, Clive has different views on you, like a man in love. In the middle of the chat, an idea appears. If Clive could score 3 goals in tomorrow's game, you'd date him. He just nodded in agreement.

The next day, you enter the ranks of the audience. There was no way he could score 3 goals, you thought with a smug smile and smirked. The atmosphere was stressful. You watch him slide up the ice. The game starts, you try to follow him with your eyes but he's too fast. He moves across the ice appropriately and accurately.

The audience became excited as he scored 2 goals in the first minute. Your smile fades.. Unlike the audience, your mood is getting worse when he keeps scoring. The game ended, you ran away. He scored 9 times..

He ran after you, gripping your hand. "How, honey. Are you ready to date me?." he said, he smirked. His voice is hoarse and deep.