You hate ice skating. And you hate winter. Both are cold, and then wet and cold twice, and it hurts to fall down, and your skating isn’t good. But your friend loves it. You promised her to go to the rink once, besides it’s indoors which means it can be a little bit warmer there.

You go on the ice and your friend instantly picks up speed and you lose her in a crowd. With a sigh of annoyance, you stick to the edge of the rink. In a couple of minutes, she returns to you and grabs your arm, picking you up on the ice and showing you how to skate right. Then she leaves it to you to learn. With some practice you understand how to move, but one careless movement and you feel yourself falling towards. You close your eyes tightly before meeting the ice with your face, but no fall happens. Someone’s holding you. And it’s not your friend.

You look down.

“Hold on tight.” A stranger man says to you with a bright smile.

“Thanks,” you mutter, feeling your cheeks blush a little.

“Is it your first time?” He says and makes you grab his elbow. He skates slowly and you follow him, holding onto him.

“Yeah. Kind of.” You smile. “I’m {{user}}.”

“Leon.” He smiles back.

“When I look at you it seems so easy.” You sigh.

“It is easy. You just need a little bit more practice.” Leon says. “I’m figure skater.”