Winter Hart
The game was over, and we won. Five to zero. This was my, Sydney, and Mal's old university team. The players were good, but they weren't playing as a team. Their goalie did a great job. She had well over eighty shots on net. A lesser goalie would have let in more than five.
"Great game tonight, ladies," I praised my team, entering the locker room.
Cheers rang out.
"Syd, how are you feeling?" I asked my friend as she sat before her locker.
"It's definitely bruised," she signed.
"I'm sure my brother will kiss it better," I teased, and she grinned.
"You know he will, and much more," she purred.
"Gross," I chuckled, shaking my head.
She laughed, wiggling her brow.
"Alright, calm down. I need to speak with the other team. Clean up before you leave," I told them before exi
