Moxie's POV
A week later, I was busy burying myself in school work, as usual.By the time my last class ended, all I could think of was getting on the ice and playing hockey again.,Everything else—lectures, assignments, even the lingering thoughts from the past week—faded into the background the moment I stepped out of the building. Hockey had become my reset button again. The one place where things made sense, where I didn’t have to overthink every interaction or second-guess every feeling.
I quickly changed my outfit and put my gear out. I decided to be carefree and forget about all my worries on the ice. However, the moment I pushed open the rink doors, that plan fell apart.
I was surprised to see that the men's team was already there. My steps slowed slightly as the cold air hit me,
