Author's Note: It's the most important game of the season but the only tickets left are in the special couples only Valentine's Day section - pretend to be my date so we can go?


It was just her luck! It was the big game against Lannisport City and the tickets were sold out! Sansa tried to stop the tears from filling her eyes as she stomped away from the ticket box at the turnstiles but couldn't stop one tear escaping, which she wiped away angrily.

She knew she shouldn't have waited to get a ticket but she had hoped that Robb would be able to make it back from Riverrrun in time to go with her and so had held off – not wanting to buy two tickets in case. Which had turned out to be a good thing in the end as Robb was still stuck south of the Neck.

And now there were only stupid gimmicky tickets for some tacky Valentine's Day stunt left on sale and the ticket office had refused to sell her any of those stating that it was for couples only.

She kicked an empty drinks can in frustration. This game was important – it was the home match against the hideous Lannisport Lions. The one game her father had always taken them to see because beating Lannisters was always a good thing if you were a Stark.

Sansa wasn't even sure when the huge rivalry had started. It wasn't as if Lannisport City was even close to Winter Town United. However, there was bad blood between Lannisters and Starks although the origins of the hatred was shrouded in the deep mists of time when Westeros was a much more barbaric place and kings had supposedly ruled from an iron throne made of melted down swords.

She couldn't say she particularly cared about the whys or wherefores but she did care about football and she needed to watch this match!

There was a hesitant tap on her shoulder and Sansa spun round about to annihilate whoever had dared to touch her to stop short at the tall, lean figure of someone who looked vaguely familiar.

"Sansa? Sansa Stark?"

"Yeah," she replied a little guardedly.

It wasn't as if she could deny her identity in Winter Town. The Starks had lived in Winterfell forever. Legend said one of her ancestors had built the castle and it was there was always a Brandon in every generation.

However, the pitfalls of being known by sight was that every creep in the vicinity thought they could get away with hitting on you because they already knew your name. She hoped he wasn't one of those guys because he incredibly attractive. The parka he wore did little to hit the broadness of his shoulders and black curls peeped out from the beanie that was smushed down on his head.

"Hi, I don't know if you remember me but I'm Jon. Jon Snow. You know, Robb's friend."

"Jon Snow!" Sansa exclaimed. "Of course I remember you."

Wow, she thought, he really had grown into that long face!

Then the happy thought occurred to her. "Hey, I don't suppose you're free this evening are you?"

He shrugged. "I was just heading up to Winterfell to see if Arya was around."

"She's on a date."

"Oh," Jon said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking a little lost.

"Which works out perfectly," Sansa said, grabbing his arm and herding him towards the turnstiles.

"Er…why?" he asked bemused.

"Because you and I are going on a date."

He stared at her for a long moment, his eyes wide and confused. "What?" he finally spluttered out.

"Hope you like football, Jon!" she exclaimed happily as she threaded her hand through his.