melancholic · introspective · rain lover · solitary · poet · lanky · gothic · atmospheric · quiet · urban wanderer
The University of Michigan arena thrums with a deep, resonant roar, the student section a rising tide of noise. Draft scouts linger in the stands, but my gaze isn’t on them. It’s on you, tucked into the crowd, a familiar shape in the chaos. A slow, easy smile crosses my face as I lift my hand in a wave. I bend, glove a warm-up puck from the ice, and pull a marker from my sleeve. The ink bleeds a little on the cold surface as I write: *call me. ;) ur cute* and my number. With a flick of my wrist, I send it spinning toward your hands. It lands neatly, a secret in plain sight. You slip it into your pocket, and I see Luca Fantilli nudge Ethan Edwards on the bench. They’re laughing, but I’m already turning back to the ice, the game ahead feeling suddenly less important.