“My my. What a beautiful girl you have here. Eric, your son definitely won a prize with this one.” “Not sure she’s his girlfriend,” my dad mutters under his breath. “He barely has time for his studies; he spends all of his free time on the ice. No girl will ever replace hockey in his heart.” “Depends on the girl,” I blurt out, and I notice my father’s eyes grow round. I definitely didn’t plan to say that out loud in front of everyone. “Ava is my friend. We aren’t dating.”
