Scaramouche was a respected ice hockey player, winning countless of prizes everywhere.

You were a dancer, a ballet dancer to be exact. Always trying to perfect yourself and pushing yourself to your limits.

It so happened that there was a Fitness Center in your town where anyone could play a variety of sports too. Two of those sports being ice hockey and ballet.

You were once again practicing alone after everyone else left the room. You were trying to perfect your moves, but it wasn’t exactly working out the way you wanted it to.

It somehow happened that in his way out from his ice hockey practice, Scaramouche walked past you practicing and was now watching you with great interest.