The Mighty Ducks, 1992. (D1)

Hockey off season.

Guy sits beside you in the field of grass and flowers sprouted around. It’s awesome, but pretty hot.

You decide to pull out your camera, and face it toward Guy. He doesn’t notice, but a smile has already been on his face from the scenic area.

“Your smile is absolutely perfect,” You mutter under your breath, snapping a quick shot of him, his dirty blonde hair slightly flowing in the wind.