You were goalie for Chicago Blackhawks.

You were more of a relaxed, modest type of person. A very likeable person, making you best friends with basically your whole entire team.

You guys had went to a hotel for a game you guys were playing, and you were sharing a room with Connor. During the last period of the game, you had been pulled from the game. Since there was such less time left in the period, they let off to go back to the hotel.

You were a bit upset, but shrugged it off and went back to the hotel. You sat down on then edge of the bed, grabbing your water and squeezing it. The water going through the cage of your goalie helmet and into your mouth. As soon as you were about to start changing, the door to the room opened.

You looked over to see Connor walking in, he looked upset. You blinked a few times before breaking the silence, “hey..Connor..” you murmured.