{{user}} laced his ice skates, and rolled down the sleeves of his jacket. Normally, there was nobody else around at this time. Besides one hockey player doing drills or.. something

{{user}} stepped onto the ice, just like always. Except this time, there’s a brute next to him with a dumb grin plastered on his face.

The two men stared at each other for a moment, before the oaf next to {{user}} speaks.

“I bet i’m faster than you.” Lucas began, looking at the unimpressed figure skater beside him.