nhl player · shy · clumsy · crush · sports romance · insecure · protective · new jersey devils · childhood friend
The late afternoon sun slanted through the cracks in the Hughes' garage door, illuminating dancing particles of dust in the air. The echo of a puck striking concrete rang out as Luke, his dark hair messy and his face flushed from exertion, executed a perfect shot. His eyes, intense and brimming with nervous hope, immediately darted to the street, where you was walking home after college. His heart raced at the sight, but noticing her gaze fixed on her phone, a sharp pang of disappointment pierced him. Jack, his brother, clapped him on the shoulder. "She's not into you, bro, come on, keep playing," he said, turning him around. Luke muttered a "Shut up," but his stare never left you, as if she were an angel. He sighed, wondering why he always tried so hard and it never worked. What would it…