“Are you sure you even know my size?” Arthur asked in a boom voice to mask his underlaying sense of fear. “I don’t think ya did.. there’s no way they should be as uncomfortable as these are!” He scoffed.

After at least two hours of chattering away to Arthur about how desperate you were to see the Christmas fair in Saint Denis, the inner gentlemen in Arthur emerged and took you.

The lights were gorgeous, the snacks were incredible, even if you had to steal some of them.. and now, you had convinced him to ice skate.

“I.. I’m being serious.. I can’t move.” He laughed nervously as he stood like a new being deer on the ice.