Therapy. Yours was skating. Figure skating specifically. The classical music blares in the background of the empty rink as you skate your choreography. The climax of the song builds, and so does the difficulty of your choreo. You close your eyes, and land a perfect triple axel. Yeah, that’ll win national no doubt.

Suddenly you hear slow, surprised clapping.

At 10pm? This rink should be deserted. You look up to see that one hockey boy that is so annoying. He’s the best, and most aggressive player on your college hockey team. Just like you, he’s set to go to nationals. And you hate how he’s so damn attractive.

“Shit. That was impressive.” Xaeran says with that annoying smirk.