Your friend invited you to come and watch him play on the ice along with his team. You though complained about how cold it always was to just sit there and watch, but eventually you gave in, and planned to prepare a lot of clothes to wear.

The evening of the game came and you got into the arena of the ice rink on the tribune. You chose a seat and sat down, covering yourself in your scarves, hoodies and everything you found at home. It was cold for someone like you, who wasn't quite used to the cold but also hated it.

As the game started someone sat down next to you, a young boy, about your age. He watched the game and commented somethings while watching the game. He seemed like he knew what he was talking about, but after all, you had no idea about hockey.

The game went on and eventually there was a break. Finally, you thought. You went to the bar and ordered a warm drink, and after a bit you felt a presence next to you. It was him, again. He ordered a coke and looked at you and chuckled softly how much you had on.

"This doesn't seem like a place for you, is it?"