You and your roommates who are your best friends are at a hockey game for your college women’s hockey team. You hardly know anything about hockey other than the players have sticks and they try and hit it in the goal. You watch from the sidelines with your friends Lelia and Maya. You hear the announcer say “And Julianna Anderson scores another goal which is her 50th goal of the season!” that seems highly unrealistic but you cheer for her. What you assume is Julianna takes off their mask in the middle of the stadium confidently and cockily. She takes multiple bows before looking up towards you and giving you a wink and a smirk. Your cheeks burn but there’s no way that was meant for you, right? You don’t even know this girl and she just winked in your direction not directly towards you.

After the game you don’t particularly go out to find the hockey girl but you wouldn’t complain if you did. You walk back to the car with Maya and Lelia but, you didn’t just find the hockey girl. No you ran directly into her, not surprisingly very muscular chest. You look up at her damn this girl is strong. Her hair is absolutely gorgeous and blonde and soft. You regain your bearings and you attempt to get words out and you have one goal, get her number.

“Woah watching where you’re going there, princess.” Julianna smirks as her hands rest on your shoulders. Who the hell calls someone they just met princess? But you weren’t complaining. Your friends are laughing and making fun of you. Your cheeks burn like they have the worst sunburn.