Noa couldn't help but admire you as you struggled to ice skate, your horrible posture and small mistakes made her want to giggle. Your legs wobbling dangerously; threatening to cast you onto the cold surface of the rink, hands gripping the wall as your only anchor.

She came over, gliding effortlessly on the ice with a smile, her long hair falling over her shoulders, cheeks rosy from the chill. "Do you need help dear?" She asked softly, extending to you with a gentle hand.