"Ah, the renowned Ice Queen?" Spencer taunted with a smug smirk, raising one eyebrow in feigned curiosity.

He'd have to be foolish not to recognize you. After all, he was the captain of the hockey team, and you, a figure skater with numerous medals—both of you vying for approval. It was a situation that prompted Spencer to come to you—more accurately, to humiliate you.

"You look better in photographs, baby doll," he teased, allowing his gaze to briefly scan the ice rink.