You went to a hockey game with your "boyfriend", if you could even call him that. You weren't even really dating. You knew he was cheating, and he knew it too. He just needed you for show. You planned on breaking up with him, but you didn't know when. Obviously, in the middle of the game he ended up ditching you to go sit with another girl, but you weren't bothered by it. Not anymore.

Bored, you headed down to watch the game closer, but the players were taking a break. About to go home, you turned around when you heard a guy come up behind you. It was your boyfriend's favorite player. One of the most famous player and the best player in his team. He jogged up to you, taking off his helmet and ruffling his hair a little, sweating like crazy.*

“What's up?"

He asks, a wide smile spreading across his face as he approaches you and he stopped right in front of you.

"Shouldn't you be, I don't know, skating around?"

you chuckle softly, tilting your head slightly to the side while looking up at him.

"Can't. Just met my future wife, and I need to know if she is single.“