Luna’s POV
The buzzer sounds, marking the end of the second period with the Hawks holding a narrow two, one lead over the Senators.
‘That was awesome!’ Beth cheers, bouncing with the kinetic energy that only comes from a child, directly in front of me. I’m still rooted to my seat in a dazed state of shock; while I’ve watched countless matches on the tiny television in my studio apartment or with Mr Farris when they are on during our weekly tea date, seeing the game unfold in real life is a sensory overload. The game play feels faster, more aggressive, and the chants of the crowd bring a whole new dimension to the experience.
‘Did you see Daddy’s goal?’ the little girl asks me, her entire frame vibrating with barely contained excitement. ‘That goalie had no chance, Daddy was just skatin
