“You ever watch human sports?” I asked, cutting into my chicken.
Angelica raised an eyebrow. “I’ve seen boxing matches. A few baseball games. Why?”
“Hockey’s my thing,” I said with a shrug. “I play in high school. And I follow the human championship. The fights, the speed, the tension—it’s addicting.”
She tilted her head, visibly intrigued. “Isn’t that the one where they skate and punch each other?”
I grinned. “That’s the one.”
She gave a soft huff of amusement, and my heart did a stupid flip.
“Okay,” she said. “Explain it to me.”
So I did.
I told her about the basic rules, the three periods, the face-offs. I told her about my favorite team—the Vancouver Canucks—and how they always broke my heart but I kept coming back anyway. I told her about my position—left wing—and the time I b
