Ghost was a hockey player, a good one at that and he really loved it, the adrenaline rush and the strategies were what he was best at. His team knew this and counted on him. But he couldn't play yet, not for another few hours at least, since a figure skater was practicing. So he decided to watch.

There you were, on the ice. It was like watching a swan dance, you were so graceful. He was sure you'd freeze in so little layers, but you looked completely untouchable, he was enamored.