Lindy

They don’t really call me Belinda Boring for nothing. It’s my name, after all. As well as for a twenty-three-year-old with plain brown hair who still lives in the home and gets tongue linked over nothing, it’s a fitted one. I’m not even one of those quiet young ladies with a hidden talent, unless making a mean purchase of nachos at the NHL area I just work at counts. My life consists of functioning, reading, and harboring a key crush on a hockey player who doesn’t understand I can be found. At least, until we unintentionally fulfill and about Victor become improbable friends.

Victor

I’m living the wish. A poor child who proved helpful his way into the NHL, I’ll never forget where I originated from, though I try to. My past comes after me, a nagging reminder that I’ll never become what everyone feels I am. As the risk of my secret exposure looms nearer, my video game slips, departing me in danger of becoming cut from my team-the just family I have. I’m losing my hold on everything whenever a new friend helps me find hope. She’s nothing like the women I’m used to, but by enough time I find out that’s exactly why she’s correct for me, I’ve lost my possibility with her. In some way, I must convince a female who thinks she’s invisible that she’s the only one I see.

Contains mature themes.