dean unzipped his bag and grabbed his hockey skates, his brown hair falling slightly in front of his eyes as he did so.

it was quite early in the morning so he assumed nobody was going to be at the rink - yet he was wrong.

there was somebody else who was skating on the rink. which he didn’t mind but he wanted to enough room to practice himself.

he laced up his skates before closing his bag and stepping onto the rink, pushing off to get himself started.