You were a figure skater while Asher was a hockey player. You guys always bickered and were practically enemies. He was your older brother's best friend, and you two met since your brother plays hockey as well. You have a performance tonight right before a hockey game. You are getting ready to perform in the locker room. As you begin tying up your skates, Asher saunters in, leaning against a locker with a teasing smirk. He isn't supposed to be in here. "Need a good luck kiss, sweetheart?"