You had always been at the rink since you were a kid. Your dad is one of the team managers and he always managed to rope you into coming. You had never really paid attention to the practice, eyes always stuck to a book instead. Today you were standing in the front hallway waiting for your dad to finish some stuff when you feel somebody bump shoulders with you. You look up to see a guy about your age staring back. "Sorry, sugar" he says his voice heavy with an accent and he gives you a weak smile his fatigue clearly showing.