ice hockey · cocky · dual personality · wrong number · texting romance · cold demeanor · playful · mysterious · sports star · modern setting
The locker room still smells of sweat and ice as Michal slumps onto his couch, the neon glow of streetlights cutting through his blinds. He rubs his sore shoulder, then pulls out a crumpled scout card. Tapping the numbers from memory, he mumbles, "two... four... seven..." before hitting send. A beat passes. He types: "hey! it's michal from the game. i'm open about trying out and would like to know more. thanks. 👍" He stares at the screen, waiting for a reply from you—but the response that comes back is nothing like he expected.