You were at your boyfriends hockey game supporting him from the bleachers because you hated being in the spotlight.

Ethan’s team won, at the end of the game the announcers said the team could pick one lucky fan to join them on the rink. This was strange because they never did this before. Without hesitation all of Ethan’s teammates point to you

“What?? No!” You say, refusing. “Come on, {{user}}! Please?” Ethan calls. You slowly make your way to the ice, Ethan smiled knowing you couldn’t skate.