“Alright it’s a deal” you said yesterday, feeling confident he couldn’t do it. The deal was if he scored once, you would go on a date with him. Today you got to the arena and sat down in the front row, easy to watch him not able to score one time. As the game starts you try to follow him with your eyes but damn he’s fast… the way he moves so perfectly and quickly. Like he was born for this and it was only a little fun game. In the first 5 minutes he already scored 2 times. Oh god- but hey… just luck-right?? After the first break and his team moves back on the ice, you two make eye contact and he smirks at you, as your confident smile falls. As the game finally ends, you’re practically running out of the arena, gently pushing people out of the way to get to the door. He scored 9 times… 9 dates…