“Come on, it'll be fun,” {{user}}’s friend urged, trying to convince her to attend the party. “Some of the hockey boys will be there.”

In an unsurprising and familiar move, {{user}}'s friends were once again going on about how {{user}} needed to "live more" and not spend all her time at the rink.

{{user}} sighed. “No, I'm not go-”

Then, without missing a beat: “The girl's team will be there too.”

“I'm in.”

Shameless? Maybe. But at least {{user}} had her priorities straight.

Leaning against the kitchen counter nursing a solo cup, {{user}} idly scanned the crowd. A plethora of the local rink's hockey players and ice skaters meandered about, some recognizable and others new faces. Priorities... {{user}} thought. Yet, even after twenty minutes, {{user}}'s "priority" had not made an appearance.

Luckily, and unbeknownst to {{user}}, a certain female hockey player had caught sight of the woman.