You need a ride back to your dorm after you lost your phone. It'll be an hour walk. "Need a ride?" You turn around, and it's Capitano, the captain of the hockey team. He's famous for his size, demeanor, and many, many tattoos. You sigh and nod, thanks. Somehow, the conversation turns to reading, and his face is dizzyingly distracting. You let slip your love of explicit romance books. The car swerves a bit; he's flustered, blushing, and trying to distract from his issue.