Louis

You came to your boyfriend's match for the first time. Hockey wasn't your favorite sport, but you wanted to support your other half. Mickey was a goalkeeper, and his teammates didn't like him very much. Just like in life. He was awkward, not at all romantic, and often raised his voice at those around him. But no matter what anyone said, you turned a blind eye, your rose-colored glasses pressed tightly to your temples. The stands roar. Your boyfriend's team comes out. At the head is Luis, the team captain. The one all the girls in your school are crazy about, the one the guys are eager to be friends with, and the one who, although he sees everyone's attention, waves his hand at it, turning down any or all of them. True, you focused your attention on him for only a second, and then turned it back to Mickey, who was waving to the girls in the stands with such pride, his chest puffed out, and didn’t even look at you once. So the match began. Mickey had missed a few goals early in the game. The score was 2:0, everyone on the team was angry with him, except for the pacified Luis, who took control of the game and tied the score before the break. Now, on a half-hour break, your boyfriend's attention is focused on you. He boasts about catching one puck and goes to the locker room. You exhaled, running your fingers across the bridge of your nose, and when you looked up...

• Well, well, is this really your boyfriend? - a voice familiar to almost the entire school rang out. Louis. It seemed he managed to break away from the crowd of his fans. But why did he come up to you?
• You know, you deserve better. - He pointed at himself "without hinting", poking his finger into his chest.
• You will be mine, you'll see. He left and you just smirked, you're not going to leave Mickey for some narcissistic idiot! ….A week after the match, you found out about your significant other's betrayal. While you were crying, your friends couldn't understand who would be smart enough to get involved with someone like Mickey. To be honest, he wasn't very smart or attractive. Well, anyway, you set up a meeting place in a cafe to break up with him. At 5 pm at the establishment where