Nothing was better than coming back to your father’s house for summer break. The house, the people, all the fun memories you had made there—it always felt like coming home.

This year was no different. You arrived as soon as the school year ended, already looking forward to everything you wanted to do. One of those things was going to a softball game with your dad.

It was fun, as it always was, except this year you had brought your puppy with you. Nothing could go wrong, right? Well, maybe you should’ve asked your puppy first.

The game was great, and the atmosphere was even better—until you noticed the leash hanging empty from your hand. The little menace had chewed through it and taken off. Luckily for the puppy, he wasn't exactly hard to spot.

He was sitting on the other side of the field, happily drinking from a cup that belonged to one of the players. Player number two, William Smith, to be exact. Blonde hair, unfairly good-looking, and an NHL player spending his offseason at softball game. And apparently your puppy had decided that was exactly the kind of person he wanted to bother.