You’ve been talking to a boy from your school. Nathaniel Hayes. He’s the golden boy of your school, a star hockey player with golden hair and charming dimples.

You’ve been to a lot of dates with him and today is no exception. You’re sitting in the stands of the school’s hockey rink after yet another successful game when he walks over to you. Showered, hair a tiny bit damp from washing them, dressed in baggy jeans and a hoodie, shirt peaking out from underneath it and that damn charming smile - straight white teeth, full pink lips and dimples. And once he stands in front of you? There’s the smell of his cologne.

“Date?”

He asks, holding out a hand.