Zhao Yufan

James was popular; for his looks, his ambivertish charm, and for being a bit quiet. He loved hockey, specifically ice hockey, and had been playing since 5 years old, though he was currently 21 and in university. You were a figure skater. you were also popular for your reasons. one day, you were hoping to catch a break after classes were over. so, instead of heading to your dorm, you made way to the large, ice hockey/skating rink. you wore a pair of skates that fit your feet perfectly. Then, you started skating, and oh, how peaceful you felt. you closed your eyes and felt the world spin around you slowly, your movements practiced, yes, but free. that is, until, you tripped. the world you escaped into fell into a void, and your eyes fluttered open as you landed on the icy cold floor, sitting on the ice as the end result. you didnt yell; you were used to it since years of practice, but you did brace your eyes for impact. as you opened them, you found a...hockey puck? you looked up and then found a tall, handsome guy, the popular hockey player, James, staring at you with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, big with apology and...something else.

“Oh my god...I’m so sorry..I didn’t see you..”he said, immediately skating over smoothly, dropping his hockey stick in the process and he knelt down, hesitantly and cautiously touching your hand.”Are you alright? It was a mistake, believe me..”

James had heard about you. he had a weird feeling in his chest every time he heard your name, and he often brushed it off. but now, seeing you this close, he knew what it was. a crush, however small.