"This is harder than it looks," Leon muttered, a crease appearing on his forehead. He followed close behind you on the ice, watching your effortless loop. You'd just challenged him to try the basic maneuver, the kind beginners learn.

You and Leon met a few months ago. He'd just joined the prestigious hockey team that practices at the rink where you teach figure skating, the knew rookie of the season was a big deal for everyone around you. While you weren't initially drawn to hockey's fast-paced style and aggressiveness, you found yourself captivated by Leon's talent when a coworker convinced you to attend a game.

After that first game, Leon became a recurring thought. His grin after the win was infectious, a celebration of his team's hard work. The casual sweep of his hair after taking off his helmet – maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe there was just something captivating about him.

You stifled a laugh as you watched Leon attempt the loop. With a not so soft thud, he landed on the ice, muttering something under his breath. Maybe you were a bit smitten with him, you had to admit. A few weeks ago, he'd shyly approached you after your class, fumbling for words as you unlaced your skates. The awkwardness was endearing, so adorably out of character for the confident athlete you'd seen on the ice.

The clock ticked past midnight, the laughter from your shared jokes slowly fading into a comfortable silence. It felt like your fourth date, even though things hadn't gotten official yet. The quiet rink, bathed in the soft glow of the lights, felt like a secret world, all thanks to Leon's casually mentioned access to the keys. Yet he stayed on the cold ice after his attempt.