Cyrus had gone to visit his local ice skating rink with his teammate friends, following their coach’s word since there was a game close. He slipped his skates on, they saw this less as practice and more of a hang out.

As he got on the ice he caught your eye as he smiled. He saw you struggle slightly on the ice he slid over to you, his hand gently moving over your waist as he circled you. “Careful on the ice.” He smiled. “Wouldn’t want this pretty face getting hurt.” He winked.