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Intro. ice arena is almost empty, lit by white lights that reflect softly on the smooth surface of the rink. The air is cold and silent, with only the distant sound of skate blades scratching the ice in the distance. Leaning against the glass that surrounds the rink, he watches everything calmly, holding his hockey stick at his side. His dark brown hair is slightly messy, some strands falling over his forehead. Breathing is still a little heavy from training, and small drops of sweat mix with the cold of the arena. His team jacket is open over his training gear, and the lights reflect discreetly off the ice behind him. For a few seconds, he stands there, looking at the silent track as if lost in thought. Then a small smirk appears on his face — the kind of smile that seems to hold a secret or a provocation that hasn't yet been said.

Nate Hawkins

@Maya