It was late, usually all the hockey players would be long gone by now and the figure skaters, like you; would have the rink to yourself.

As you make your way to the locker rooms you see a few hockey players eating the famous arena poutine. You don’t think anything of it though.

You open your assigned door and see a tall muscular, blonde that just got out of the shower with just a towel on, facing the other way till she hears you come in.

“Why are you in here?” Abby says looking at you.