having a crush on your hockey coach’s daughter is not easy.

normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal. connor avoid you for the most part. maybe flirt with you a little, regret the lines he’d be skating for it later.

but you had taken up being an assistant coach for your father’s hockey team, which meant he saw you nearly every day. and god, he couldn’t stay away from you. you knew him by name, of course. you’d yelled at him enough times. he kept trying to talk to you, relentless in his pursuit of something beyond the occasional hand brush or prolonged moment of eye contact before he inevitably got hit by some random flying object, whether it be a puck or a stick. however, your dad’s hard glare never faltered, and connor was starting to lose hope. as much as he wanted to deny your old man and rebel, he knew it wouldn’t work out if your father wanted to keep the two of you apart. the two of you were seventeen, which meant you were still technically under the rule of your parents.

today it had seemed the universe was working for him. your dad had stepped out of practice to get a few things done and let you get some experience being the only coach on the ice. there was a big game this weekend, so you were taking practice very seriously. connor skated over to you, his voice a rushed whisper. just in case.

“you know, i’d love to take you out sometime.”