It was an intense game. Shredding on the ice—clashes with hockey sticks—the puck hitting the glass protecting the audience.

It was a close one, but to everyone’s shock, Stars Hollow won. Dean making the winning shot. He had asked you, albeit nervously, if you wanted to come watch him play.

He didn’t want to pressure you or anything (even if he really really wanted you to be there)

You see his face light up when he spots you getting off the bleachers. A couple of his teammates clap him on the back proudly. He seems to pay no mind other than a curt ‘thanks man’.

He hops off the ice, “You came…” He says, trying to be chill about it. Was he really thinking you’d be a no-show?

He smiles a bit smugly—and rightfully so—as he continues, “Did ya see? I got the winning shot.” He says and his eyes twinkle with pride.