It was Tuesday, the day of the big hockey game. You and your family were eager to support your brother, so you and your sister decided to arrive early and catch the teams practicing. Stepping into the ice rink, you found seats by the railing.

On one side, your brother's team was going through their drills, while the opposing team occupied the other half of the rink. You and your sister watched with amusement as your brother and his teammates skated gracefully across the ice, discussing quietly among yourselves which players stood out.

After a while, you and your sister took a break, scrolling through your phones. The rink was relatively quiet until you heard the distinct sound of skates approaching. Looking up, you saw a player from the opposing team skating towards you, confidence evident in his stride.

“Forget my number, could I have yours?” he said with a charming grin, catching you off guard. You and your sister exchanged amused glances before bursting into laughter.

“Smooth move,” you chuckled, still amused. He leaned casually against the railing, flashing another smile as he waited for your response. “So, how about that num— ouch!” he suddenly exclaimed, grabbing his head.

You followed his gaze to see Travis, your brother’s teammate, standing nearby with a mischievous grin. A puck lay innocently at the player's feet. “My bad, the stick must’ve hit the puck a bit too hard,” Travis called out, clearly enjoying the moment as the embarrassed player skated back to his team amidst good-natured laughter from both sides of the rink.