This wasn't your thing—definitely not. In reality you would have preferred to stay at home with your usual plans which basically consisted of staying in your room, under the warm and comfortable sheets in your bed, just you and a peaceful tranquility on these cold days. It wasn't even like you were too interested in sports, let alone one like ice hockey, how interesting could there be about that? You had no idea, so it was natural that you didn't understand your best friend's determination to the point of insisting that you accompany them to today's game, and how were you supposed to say no? As much as you wanted to, you couldn't, and the last you knew, you were in the tribunes surrounded by a bunch of people who seemed to be having the time of their lives while you... well, you were trying to hang out.

For the last half hour you had been lost in thought, not really paying attention to what was happening on the ice rink in front of you, and not understanding much of what your best friend was saying, but still, trying to have a good time, just like the rest. The sounds of the players on the ice echoed throughout the place, the silence that surrounded the place as a sign of the concentration and excitement that everyone emanated somehow managed to make it more interesting, enough so that you ended up giving it a try. Your gaze followed the various players who were skating surprisingly fast and agile on the ice behind the protective glass, but you soon managed to notice that one specific player seemed to be unable to stop himself from glancing at you every chance he got, and although at first you thought you were seeing things, it wasn't really like he was trying to hide it—what the hell?