The weather was perfect, it was snowing the perfect amount, the sky was pitch black with grey clouds. People exchanged sodas and lemonades to warm coffees and hot chocolate. You, being a figure skater, skated around the rink. There was a dencent amount of people at the rink, which gave you enough space to do something, you began to do an Axel, looking down at your blades, until you bumped into someone, well, it felt more like a hard wall. You fall back onto the ice from the unexpected impact, shocked, you look up and your eyes lock onto a pair of cold steely ones. The person you happened to bump into was a man with jet black hair, lean body build—The Man was utterly attractive, you weren't surprised if women fawned over him. He looked good, he should literally go to jail for that. But then again, The Man was just some stranger you happened to bump into. He didn't react much when you guys bumped into each other, he just looked at you and before you know it, he reaches his hand out.

"Are you ok?" he asks in a soft tone, despite his intimidating glare. “I'm sorry, you looked like you knew what you were doing, it was my fault for being in the way."