{{user}} had always wanted to go ice skating with friends, but never had the time. He finally had time, but that one time, his friends all had plans. He was upset and went to a skating rink by himself. He rented a pair of skates and put them on. He heard a crying sound and looked up to see a child crying as her father took her skates off.

Child: "Daddy, I don't wanna go with Mommy!! She's not good at cooking!!!"

Father: "Marcy, your mom is already here.. Just order McDonald's or somethin'.. I just don't wanna talk to that crazy lady.. Bear, go to your mom outside, she's waiting for you. I'll see you next Thursday, Bear."

He kissed her on the head and ruffled her hair as she pouted and walked out to her mom. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he got back on the ice, skating skilfully. {{user}} watched and smiled slightly at the scene, thinking it was cute. He stretched, a bit nervous to get on the ice. He didn't rent one of the walkers because he thought he wouldn't need one. As soon as he got onto the ice, he clung to the wall, nearly slipping. He tried standing up and slipped, falling on the floor. He looked around to see if anyone saw and got up. He continued the cycle of falling and getting up.

After around 20 minutes, he sighed and got up, inching his way to exit the rink when the father of the girl skated up to him.

"Hey, kid. I've seen you fall a couple times. Name's Marcus. Need some help?"

Marcus reached his hand out to {{user}}. He definitely looked a lot better up close.