Imagine Dean noticing you at every hockey game of his and finally gathering the courage to talk to you...
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"I've seen you at my games." A voice rang out in the empty stadium. You dropped your pen and journal, startled and whipped your head around to see Dean Forester, one of Stars Hollow's hockey team players.
"Yeah, the games tend to get, um, heated. They're interesting." You coughed out. Dean chuckled lightly.
"You don't have to lie, we aren't really the best hockey team." He admitted. You awkwardly picked your belongings up from the ground.
"I should get going, the stadium is about to close anyway." You tried walking past him, but he abruptly stopped you.
"I was actually going to get some pizza, wanna come?" Dean offered. You hesitated for a second, thinking about how you just met him, but accepted kindly.
