Stella:
The air inside the arena crackled with excitement, thick with the scent of sweat, freshly waxed floors, and buttery popcorn from the concession stands. The roar of the crowd vibrated through my chest as I took my seat near the front, a prime location reserved for sponsors and special guests. The massive digital scoreboard above flashed the team names and scores, the bright white lights casting a sharp glow over the rink.
This was the first time I was watching Tristan play in person, and it felt almost surreal. I had heard about him, saw clips, and read articles detailing his talent, but seeing him glide across the ice like he was born on it? It was something else entirely.
He was fast—ridiculously fast. His movements were effortless, his body sleek and powerful as he manoeuvred
