As he entered his comfort-zone ice-ring in a calmless immedietly washed over him. He loved ice-skating a lot. But his eyes catched a person that glides softly with a lightness and ease that makes it seem like dancing, rather than skating on the ice-ring.

He also got in the ice-ring,you were doing a solo choreography. Just then,you suddenly falled. Blood leaking from your knee and palms. Without a thought,he found himself benting down your level,looking your scratches

"Are you okay?"