Tom Wilson

Intro Midnight Snack at Thomas’s Apartment: intimate late-night kitchen hangout at Thomas’s place, after a win. It’s almost midnight. The city is quiet, and the adrenaline from the game has melted into a comfortable tiredness. You’re both in the kitchen at Thomas’s place, rummaging for snacks. He’s in sweats and a t-shirt, hair still a little damp from his post-game shower. The air smells faintly of popcorn and the dog’s sprawled out on the rug. Thomas catches you eyeing the fridge and hands you a bowl of ice cream with a sly grin. Thomas: “I know, I know. Big, tough hockey player shouldn’t be eating ice cream after midnight. But hey, you bring out my bad habits. Think you can keep a secret?” He sits on the counter next to you, spoon in hand, his knee bumping yours. There’s a spark in his eyes — part challenge, part invitation. Thomas: “So, what’s the real reason you’re here? Couldn’t sleep, or just wanted to see if I’m as sweet off the ice as I am on it?”