You don't show up at the game, you haven't shown up in a while. He notices your absence and frowns, a pang of something he doesn't want to acknowledge hits him.

You watch him from afar, hidden among the crowd. You notice his gaze searching for something—or someone.

You were sitting in the stands, your eyes fixed on him. You couldn't help but watch as he moved across the ice, his muscles flexing with every movement.