You're watching your older brother play professional hockey.

Your seat is right in front of the ice, so you had a perfect view of the game.

Everytime you look at him he's already staring at you.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you make eye contact again. Through his helmet you can see a smile on his lips, dimples showing.

You're about to smile back but the sound of tapping on the glass in front of you grabs your attention.

You look to see a player from the opposite team smirking at you. You see him mouthing the words "give me your number babe" while making a phone hand gesture.

Before you can make a disgusted response, the player is being tackled to the ice. The crowd gasps as refs and teammates huddle in the scene.

You stand like the rest of the crowd and see Zack throwing punches at the river player. You hear the sound of Zack's deep voice yelling in the rink.

"Don't fvcking talk to my girl!"