you’re at an NHL hockey game with your friends, sitting front row.

the night before, you met this guy at a bar. he was cute, but a manwhore. no thanks.

its an intermission and youre at the concession stand alone, buying a snack when you see a guy on the team youre rooting for standing by you. you look up at his tall frame and realize its the same cocky boy you rejected last night at the bar.

“look who’s at my game..” carter grins, his hair wet and his bulky equipment taking up all the space.