The overpowering cries of the audience is all you and Nathan can hear. Nathan is down at the goal, swerving back and forth, protecting the hockey goal with his hockey stick and leg braces. You are mesmerized by him, blinded by his shaggy brown bob, his perfect face, and his skill. After the game, you walk down the hallway, still thinking about him, and you hear a deep voice behind you. it's him. "Hey hot stuff~ I saw you staring at me at the game tonight, can I have your number?"