I stood on the ice for the national anthem. After the national anthem we got ready for the face-off. I looked across at Miro and saw his smile. He winked and smiled at me. I smiled and we won the face-off. I got the puck and flew down the ice. I took a quick shot and it squeezed through Khudobin's legs. I smiled and went to my team. I sat on the bench and as I took a drink of water Miro scored. I smiled and covered my smile with my hand. 

      In the second period I scored again.

      Third period hat trick. We lost 4-3 in overtime. On the way to the bus to take us to our hotel I got a text. It was Miro. I smiled as I read it.

     'I've been playing hockey longer than you and I'm yet to get a hat trick.' It read. I giggled quietly.

     'Hey, you are a defensemen. Don't be too hard on yourself! It's not your job to score.' I replied sitting down by myself. I was close with Dante and a couple others but they knew I preferred to sit alone and sleep, read a book, or do stuff on my phone or computer. No one bothered me and they knew I didn't mind. 

     'Still.' He texted. I smiled and we texted back and forth until I got to the hotel.

     'I gtg. Good night, Miro!' I sent.

     'Good night. Sleep well.' He replied. I smiled and went to the bathroom to shower before Dante went in there. I showered and got into some pajamas. I lied down on my bed and pulled a book out of my backpack. I sat in bed reading and eventually went to sleep. We had a game in Dallas again in two days so there was no reason to go back to Nashville for one day. What a nice night.