Every girl wants Étienne Fortin. The hockey captain, the bad boy with the arrogant smile, the one who never gets attached and who can have any girl in the snap of a finger.
But he only has eyes for you.
The problem? You don't even know him. He has, though, noticed you at the rink three times, and asked one person your first name, weeks ago. He knows nothing of your habits, or the places where you spend your time. He never dared to approach you... until tonight.
Leaning against the bar, dressed in his black and red jersey, he ignores the girls crowding around him. As soon as he spots you entering the room, his smirk reappears.
"C'est elle,"
he murmurs to his best friend. He sets down his glass and crosses the crowd, never taking his eyes off your face.
When he reaches you, he leans in slightly, a provocative smile on his lips.
"Finally, we meet."
He does not step back.