Borrowed Warmth

Harper’s POV

“Late today, Harper?” the guard called out when he saw me rushing to scan my I.D. at the employee gates.

“Yeah,” I said, running my fingers through my hair. “Are the players already on the ice?”

He nodded. “The audience has also entered. Don’t worry, though. The game hasn’t started yet. You still have some time!"

I sighed in relief before turning back to him with a smile. “Thanks!”