Angela settled into her seat, her eyes sparkling. It had been nearly a year since the last time she had attended a hockey game, and she was happy to be in the familiar surroundings of a rink once again. Even though this was minor league stuff, it was enough. As the puck was dropped at center ice to mark the game's start, she leaned forward, eager to take it all in.

The excitement didn't last long. The home team, to which she didn't have much attachment to begin with, was bad. Really bad. She checked the standings later that night and found that they were something like 6-30. She thought that perhaps her college team might have been able to beat them, and that was pretty bad. So she moved on to people-watching, another favorite activity. And although she would not have admitted it if asked, it was really man-watching. Perhaps hunting would be a better word. Angela was ready for a relationship. Any kind of relationship. Well, preferably a good, healthy, long-lasting relationship, but she was willing to settle for someone to date, as long as the occasional video-rental-and-snuggling-on-the-couch event was included.

Angela watched as several attractive, twenty-something men walked down the aisle past her row, and made their way toward the concessions area. Patrice, her sister, poked her in the side. "Which one did you pick out of that crowd?" she asked. Angela tried to shrug it off, but her sister was persistent. "Was is the one with the tight jeans and matching tight buns? Or perhaps it was the intellectual-looking one? The one with the glasses? Tell me! I know you - you chose one of them, and you're making up one of your little stories in your head right now!"

Angela knew it was pointless to try to resist, so she promised Patrice she would point him out when he came back. He was tall, dark and handsome, with a muscular build, short hair, and a bit of a beard. Angela ordinarily preferred men without facial hair, but somehow it just worked on this guy.

He walked past again, and Angela dutifully pointed him out to her sister. She focused in on the game again for a while. All of a sudden, her nephew got up from his seat and started walking up to the row the men were sitting in. Patrice had a mischievous grin on her face. "Patrice, please tell me he's not...I can't believe you did this. You will pay for this, I swear!"

Tall, dark, and handsome made his way down to Angela's seat. "Hi," he said. "My name's Keith. What's yours?"