Evie's POV
“Alright, Mateo, good hustle today! See you next week,” I called out, watching his small figure disappear with his dad. Zara was already tucked into her mother’s minivan, giving me a final sleepy wave. The last of the hockey junior league kids had finally gone, leaving the rink blessedly quiet.
Tristan leaned against the Zamboni, a casual smile on his face. “Another victory for the tiny titans. Though I think half of them spent more time trying to eat the ice than skate.”
I laughed, grabbing a few stray pucks from the boards. “Wouldn’t be a kids’ league without it. Thanks for sticking around and helping clean up. You didn’t have to.”
“Nah, it’s fine. My turn for Zamboni duty anyway. Plus,” he pushed off, gliding smoothly towards me, “you seem to have a knack for attracting
