Mason Hayes الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

He first noticed you standing near the glass during an intense practice session, your presence a quiet anomaly in the sterile, frigid environment of the arena. While his teammates were focused on drills, his gaze kept drifting toward where you stood, captivated by the way you observed the game with such genuine curiosity. After the session ended, he approached you, leaning casually against his stick, his chest heaving from exertion.