LOGINThe last home game of November, the arena knows something is different.It's not subtle.The crowd is at capacity—every seat, every standing section—and the particular energy running through it has less to do with the Chicago Bears.It has more to do with the fact that everyone in the building has seen the statement, or the video, or both, and has come tonight partly to watch hockey and partly to see what happens when these two share a public space for the first time.Mia becomes aware of this approximately eight seconds after stepping out of the corridor and into the open air of the ice rink.She's in her team physio jacket, medical kit at her feet, doing the thing she always does before a game. But the weight of it tonight is different. She can feel the eyes from the stands without looking up.The particular quality of an arena that has already decided where the interesting thing is.Anderson appears beside her."Breathe," he says. Not looking at her. Looking at the ice, where the p
The afternoon sun does its best for Toronto in November, making everything look marginally warmer than it actually is.Mia walks through it.Every person she passes does the thing—the glance, the double-take, the carefully neutral expression of someone who has definitely seen the news and is deciding whether to say so.She keeps her pace even and her face composed and does not make eye contact with anyone unnecessarily.Her desk phone rings the moment she sits down.It's Dr. Anderson."Mia. Come to my office. And if you happen to see Elias on the way—" a pause— "bring him along."Mia is too consumed by her own spiraling thoughts to catch the playful lilt in his voice. She's so rattled she can barely find her footing, walking with the stiff, robotic gait of someone heading to their own execution.She almost walks past Elias in the corridor. He's coming from the opposite direction, assistant coach behind him, and he sees her first.He reaches over and squeezes her hand. Quick, just once
The morning comes in sideways through the curtains.Mia sleeps through it.She'd stayed up later than usual—the residual warmth of the evening, the particular inability to settle that follows a night that contained too many good things.When she finally surfaces, it's because her phone has vibrated itself halfway off the nightstand.She picks it up without opening her eyes.When she opens them, her screen is completely covered.She stares at it for a moment, her brain still offline, and then the notifications resolve into meaning.She sits up and reads.The headline is large and unambiguous.Romance Confirmed? Hockey Star Elias Weston Spotted With Mystery Woman at Diwali Festival: Full Protective Mode All Night.Below it is a video. Shaky phone footage, festival lights in the background, the kind of casual surveillance. The focus is clear enough. Elias, his arm at her waist, his head tilted toward her ear. He pulls her closer when the crowd thickens.Then the fireworks footage. His ar
The fireworks end the way good things end—gradually, then all at once."Alright, you two." Lucas, from somewhere to their left. "The romantic portion is concluded. It is extremely cold.""You have no poetry in your soul," Ellie tells him."I have functioning nerve endings, which is more useful right now."Elias loosens his arms from around Mia with evident reluctance. He takes her hand, and puts it back in his coat pocket.Mia doesn't protest. Her fingers find his immediately."Time to go," he says, to her specifically."Mhm." She doesn't move for another three seconds. Then she does.They walk back toward the parking structure in a loose formation—Ellie and Lucas ahead, Tyler and Lisa just behind, Mia and Elias at the back.The festival lights are still on but diminished now, the stalls beginning to pack up, the rangoli at the entrance already being carefully covered."Thank you for coming," Mia says, to Tyler and Lisa. She means it completely."Thank you for the invitation." Tyler i
"We were going to browse the stalls, but the crowds were just too much," Mia explains with a soft laugh."Oh, look at you, Mia! Defending him already?" Ellie teases, nudging her with a wicked grin. "You're far too biased toward this man. You're spoiling him!"Elias doesn't miss a beat. "If she's not going to be biased toward me, who else is she supposed to love?"Elias turns her away from the conversation and repositions her back against his chest."Do you like the stalls?" he murmurs against the shell of her ear, his warm breath sending a treacherous shiver down her spine. "Tell me what you want. We'll go pick out a gift once the crowd thins."Mia feels a spark of mischief ignite in her chest.She leans back against his sturdy frame, looking up at him through her lashes. "Sure," she chirps. "It can be my birthday gift."The effect is instantaneous. Elias's arm, which had been resting comfortably around her, cinches tight. His blue-gray eyes widening as he stares down at her in pure,
When the music pauses, the smell of food rushes in to fill the silence.Mia's stomach makes its opinion known. She presses her free hand against it, which accomplishes nothing.Elias glances down at her."Masala chai first," he says. "Then we head toward the fireworks area."The tea stall is quieter now, most of the crowd has already drifted toward the viewing spots. Elias gets one cup, tests the temperature before he hands it to her, and watches her take the first sip.She wraps both hands around it. The spice hits first—ginger, cardamom, something warm underneath—and then the sweetness follows, and the warmth moves through her in a single unbroken line from throat to fingertips."Good?" he asks."Very." She holds it up toward him. "Try."He leans down and drinks from her cup without taking it from her hands. His eyes find hers over the rim, just for a moment, and she looks away first."Interesting," he says."You should get your own.""I'd overheat." He says it completely seriously.







