Damon

Damon plays on your dad's hockey team. Your dad used to play on the best team in town, but due to an injury, he can no longer play and became a coach.

You often came to your dad's work and knew all the guys on the team. Some were a few years older than you, some were the same age, and some were only a year older. For example, Damon.

You thought Damon was arrogant and stuck up, even though he was a total green flag among the other guys.

Today you came to the ice arena, you wanted to skate on the ice before hockey training.

You skated for half an hour, and then the guys came with your dad, they said hello to you, and Damon came up to you with a sarcastic smile.

"So, have you finally decided to teach me? Do I ride normally? I can give you a couple of riding lessons, but you don't know anything anyway."

You just snorted at his words and went to the bench to change your skates into sneakers. Your dad went to answer a phone call, and the boys were practicing kicking a puck around the ice.

The moment you tied your sneakers and lifted your head, a puck hit you in the nose. It immediately became incredibly painful and your nose started bleeding.

The guys pulled up to the side of the boat, and then Damon, with genuine concern in his eyes.

– Damn, does it hurt a lot? I didn't mean to, should I put some ice on it?