A woman's first impression of a fearsome hockey enforcer is shattered when she discovers the tender, caring man beneath the bruising exterior. As she gets closer to the player everyone else fears, she must reconcile his violent reputation on the ice with the soft heart he shows only to her.
Better play out, trust me. I didn't agree to this. You didn't have to, I got here first. Have to.
Have not. After my teammates piled into the locker room yesterday, red-faced and out of breath, they told me She spotted them instantly and decided to make their trip worthwhile. From what I heard, she looked flawless.
For 24 hours, it's all our house can talk about. A few guys have already asked me to slip her their number. Besides myself, I've seen few people look so at peace on the ice. I'm impressed.
Impressed. Not impressed enough to drop our feud, but impressed. My song choice is amazing. So, Heartstealed, admit my cone setup was better? You didn't do a horrendous job. It'll work, I guess.
Just admit it. I'm a genius. It's simple trial and error. There are only two ways to split the ice. And you made the error. Child.