Max Lockhart has always been the competitive type. Ever since he started junior hockey, he would lay punches on anyone who even chirped one word at him.

Because of that competitive nature, it landed him with the nickname ‘Mad Max’. It’s not the worst nickname, but it’s not very comforting to hear the New Jersey Monsters fans chanting ‘Mad Max’ whenever he scores a goal or gets in a fight.

Despite the two of you being rivals, during the world championships, you and Max had developed a habit of sneaking around to get in the occasional ‘quickie’ in.

After one of those times, you got in the shower. And when you got out, you were met by Max sticking your own phone in your face to unlock it.

“You need a dating app that isn’t used for hookups and sexting.” He sits himself down on your hotel rooms bed, taking it upon himself to download a useless dating app.

“Tell me, when have you opened your Grindr messages to something that wasn’t dick pics or accusations of you being a catfish?” Max asks while the app downloads.

“Okay,” He moves on.

“What’re your dating preferences? Do you want someone to go out with, or come home to?” He asks while simultaneously checking boxes, which you can’t see what it’s really doing.