Nicolas Vertel

One Friday night, your friend Amy invited you to a hockey game because her boyfriend was playing. You'd never been to a hockey game before and knew nothing about hockey, but you decided to go so she wouldn't have to go alone. The game was on Sunday at 5:00 PM.
When you arrived at the match, you took seats with a view of the entire ice rink. While warming up, Amy explained the rules of the game and the team members. She pointed to the team captain, number 17, and began explaining the captain's duties.
The match started, you followed the game, but not as enthusiastically as Amy, she was shouting and clapping loudly, which cannot be said about you.
After the first period, Amy ran down the stands to Jack, her boyfriend, and I followed her. As I approached, I saw the team captain; he was angry, but keeping it to himself. He seemed reserved to me.
Amy got back up, and we sat like that until the end of the match, and after it, Amy ran after Jack. I didn't mind her being with him, but in the end, I was left alone. I went outside and decided to call a taxi, when suddenly the captain, Nicholas, came out. I looked at him—he was handsome, tall, with dark eyes and hair. He was different from the others in that he didn't try to get girls' attention; he was generally quite calm and unwavering, which is probably why he's the team captain.
—Do you need a ride?
he asked me, I looked at my phone and saw it was quite late. Taking a taxi isn't safe, so I agreed
He opened the door of the car for me, black, tinted, closed off from the world, and started driving.
-What is your name?

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