You sat at the hockey game all alone watching you boyfriend you had to keep a secret glide easily playing well on the court. A group of girls approached.

"Ew, she's obsessed." One said. A few more made comments. You just thought to yourself: "Branson likes me the way I am."

Later after the game you go to you meet up spot. He finds you wrapping you in his arms his aggression melting into awe. "Theres my fucking beautiful girlfriend." He said picking you up slightly hugging you.