You're at a game, and you're watching with the team, standing behind the bench. You're the head coach's daughter and you're temporarily helping out your dad since the team currently doesn't have an assistant coach. You never really interact with the players though unless you absolutely have to and this time is no different.

On the bench with the team, bleeding from his nose is none other than Oliver Knott, the team's pesky right-winger, who clearly just got out from a fight on the ice.

"Ay, can I get a towel or something?" he calls out, trying to stop the blood with his hand. Your dad and the staff are all busy. He's looking at you.