#kasey.

he shouldn't have done it . he could have driven right by . right by the restaurant , and right by the man's place . and yet , he is standing here outisde his door , with a bag of food . what if he doesn't like a normal burger , or prefers mozzarella cheese to cheddar on his burgers ? or onions - you know , this was a mistake . he returns to grab the bag from where he had left it at his door step . yet , he lingers still . maybe he should just knock and hand it over . but then that could be a gross overstep - maybe the night before wasn't brought up in the texts earlier because kent didn't want to bring it up . he awkwardly hangs between the steps and the door , staring at the bag with a heavy sigh . then holding his breath , then another sigh . " you bloody - you're an idiot . just leave - no , you're not leaving a random burger , that's just weird . " he's muttering to himself , while figners are making confetti of the brown paper sac .

there was no keeping the athlete from the ice , even as pain coursed through his body with every skate and drill he had himself doing . unable to finish a game , blame was put on his shoulders despite the team finishing with a win . he had found his way back to the rink not long after being released from the medic . bruised , physically and his ego , but it doesn't stop him from lacing up his skates and losing all sense and track of time . his shoulder and hip where he had taken the force of the boards throb as though he was being throwned into the walls all over again . he is too caught up to hear , or see , any one else enter the rink .

" no , it's nothing - it's just cute . you and the dog you didn't want . "

" this was a mistake . i'm leaving . "

the entire arena plunging into darkness is the last thing he expects , and really . . . it kind of scares the shit out of him . " hello ? " well after closing time , it's another midnight drill run for the hockey player that that's nothing new . the power outage , however , and the sound of someone else around . . . well . that's a first . " well if it wasn't obvious before , it's sure as hell is now -- arena's closed . " he shouts to . . . who knows who .

" . . . you're coming with me to the gala , right ? there's not a chance i'm going to that thing alone . "

" of course you're part of this thing . "

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒