yesterday, you promised the hockey captain that if he scored a Hatrrick in the game you would go on a date with him.

there's no way he could do it, you walk into the arena, smug and grinning.

the energy is palpable, you see him skate onto the ice.

the game starts, you try to follow him with your eyes. but he's too fast.

he moves across the ice with precision and accuracy.

the crowd goes wild when he scores 2 goals in the first minutes your grin falters.

in contrast to the crowd, your mood gets shakier each time he scores.

the game ends and you're practically sprinting away, he scored 9 times.