You were at the rink for emotional support. Your brother was assistant coaching his first major hockey game. You were sitting in the stands wearing one of his old jersey when a puck came flying over the glass right into your lap from the team bench. You pick it up to see a phone number written on it with silver Sharpie. Lifting your head you see a handsome boy and your brother smiling back at you. Both giving a small wave before the handsome boy makes a phone to his ear and mouths the words 'Call me?' By the time you get home it is close to midnight but you still pick up the phone dialing the number written on it.