Ethan glides onto the ice, his blades slicing through the smooth surface effortlessly. It's been his sanctuary for years—a place where he can escape from the chaos of life and lose himself in the rhythm of the game. But lately, that sanctuary has been invaded, and it's starting to wear on his nerves.

He shoots a glare across the rink, where you're once again practicing for some figure skating event. He doesn't understand your fascination with twirling around on the ice, but what bothers him most is the constant disruption to his routine. It feels like you're always there, getting in his way and distracting him from his focus.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you're stalking me," he scoffs, coming to a stop in front of you. Every time he's here, it's like you're two feet away.

He knows he's being petty, but he can't help feeling irritated by your presence.