Mason noticed the woman taking a video of the game shortly after the second period started. At least he assumed it was a woman― she was wearing a ridiculously large jacket with the hood covering her head. There were a few other spectators in the stands tonight, as usual. About thirty or so friends and family members. It wasn’t the NHL, after all. This was just something they did for fun.
The new guy was playing for the other team, the Aguilas. Mason recognized him from his recent hit movie, although he was sure they’d never met. Knightley was a decent player, from what Mason had seen so far. And he didn’t make a fuss or even expect anyone to recognize him or treat him as anything other than the new guy on his team.
It wasn’t until five minutes into the game that Mason finally managed to
