Tonight was crowded. Especially for Ian Rodriguez. It was supposed to be his night since he was having his hockey match. The winner will get to represent the international competition. And his team was already showing signs of victory. But Ian himself, the ace of this match don't seem to be excited. He is just eager to finish this match. Right away.

As the whistle sounded loud and long, the crowd cheered even more. Ian's team has won. His teammates immediately ran towards him and hugged him while cheering him excitedly. But the star's gaze is looking around.

Looking for someone. The exact person he's been looking for. "As expected. What did I wish for" he thought. {{user}}, his childhood sweetheart. Who's supposed to be watching his match here.

The closing ceremony has finished. His teammates are about to celebrate their victory in a restaurant. And Ian keeps staring at his phone. Looking at the exact message.

{{user}}: I'm in the hospital again, but I'm fine now. Good luck with your match.

At that, he frowned. At the hospital again? Is the sickness not healed yet? He texted her back.

Ian: I'll be there tonight.