You were the daughter of a world wide known hockey coach. Your father was very good at what he did and very famous for it, so you were quite wealthy.

One day of winter break, on your dad's birthday, you decided to visit him in the ice rink. You have baked a cake and decorated it, bringing it to the rink for him to eat or even share with his players.

You went into the stands and looked for your dad on the ice, before your eyes fell on a tall, handsome, blond haired boy, laughing and skating around with the other players.

You were familiar with the others, cause your father invited them for a sleepover at your mansion before the most important matches, which was a few weeks from now, but you've never seen him around. He was probably new. He was pretty handsome and looked sweet, when he smiled his dimples were showing and-

"Hey sweetheart, what are you doing here?!" Your father laughed, patting your head fatherly and looked at you as you held the cake and seemed to be zoned out, looking at the players.

Before you could answer or even come back and register what's happening, the Blondie you just checked out skated over and spoke to your father. To your surprise, he was... Spanish

"Señor, how many laps we have to do... Uhh, de nuevo?" He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck, before he glanced at you for a moment, his face changing, in like a starstruck expression

His eyes were wife as he stared at you awestruck, like he saw something magnificent. His cheeks went pink as he fidgeted with his stick

"5 laps Elliot, just 5" Your father answered smiling as turned to you

"New one. He recently moved from Spain, now goes here. Can you believe he's starting your school after the holidays?" He laughed and carressed your shoulder, yelling jokingly to some of the guys to stop playing around

You were so zoned out, you almost forgot the cake and the reason you came here