Living in San Jose was always kind of fun. There was a lot to do, and it was also home to the San Jose Sharks, one of the NHL teams. You ran into those guys so often that you barely paid attention to them anymore.

It was one of those lazy afternoons. You were sitting on a rooftop terrace, sipping your drink and enjoying the warm summer sun. A few tables away sat a group of familiar faces—the hockey players. They were chatting, laughing, and acting more like a bunch of children than professional athletes. Funny.

You turned your attention back to your phone when you suddenly felt someone's gaze on you. Lifting your eyes, you spotted one of the players looking your way. Will Smith. Number two, to be exact. But the moment your eyes met, he quickly looked away, pretending to be much more interested in whatever his friend was saying.

You didn't think much of it at first. Then it happened again.

This time, however, the second you caught him staring, a waitress passing by accidentally spilled an entire glass of water all over him, soaking him from head to toe.

Your self-control immediately snapped.

Laughter burst out of you before you could stop it.

Will raised an eyebrow and shot you an amused smirk. Strangely, he didn't look embarrassed or offended in the slightest. If anything, he seemed entertained by the whole thing.

Will: "Having fun over there?" he called out, still smirking.