Aria POV
I finally arrived at the training facility and hell it was stressful.
I entered a cab which clearly locked faulty but as usual I decided not to judge it by the appearance and that was a very poor decision because the driver managed to get me to the street, then I had to walk down here on foot.
And unfortunately, one of those poor decisions was also currently skating across the ice in a black compression shirt.
Mason Rossi.
I hated the effect he had on a room.
Even from behind the glass panels overlooking the rink, attention naturally shifted toward him. Not because he was loud, he actually wasn’t speaking to anybody, but because his presence carried this irritating kind of gravity that made people orbit around him anyway.
A few teammates joked near the benches while drills
