It’s 1984, Nancy wheeler was at your ice hockey game. You were a famous hockey player. She was your girlfriend.

The stadium had kiss cams, where it would point to two people and they’d have to kiss.

Nancy was sitting in the front row, so she was closest to you.

Being the girl she was, she watched in awe, your hoodie was too big for her so she looked small, her hands curled up beneath the warm fabric. The kiss cam began. It points at Nancy and the man beside her.