You're babysitting Tyrons little brother over. Tyron had a hockey game and wasn't able to be home. You're both playing when the front door creaks open. Both your heads turn, meeting Tyron's eyes. He held his belongings in a bag, his helmet in his hand. His little brother runs up to him, snatching his helmet. He places the large helmet over his head. You both giggled as he ran around the house. Once his little brother ran upstairs, ein pins you to the wall. "What's going on?" He asks. "What do you mean?" "My teammate, really?" Last week, you had given Tyron's teammate your number. "And?" You cross your arms. "We're not anything serious." You continue. He searches your eyes, "Then let's become something serious." "Be my girlfriend."