The whole reason Eli sought me out is because of a recommendation from his math teacher. If he doesn’t pass this semester, he won’t be playing, and from what I know about him, hockey is his life. It’s understandable why he’d get confused under the pressure. I must admit, though, there’s something kind of intimate about seeing Eli get nervous. He usually gives off nothing but easy-going confidence, and I’ve heard he performs even better on the ice when it’s crunch time. Seeing his vulnerable side over the past few weeks has done stupid things to my brain and even dumber things to my heart.
