Michael's birthday had been chaotic, to say the least, from a skin cancer scare to Michael sexually harassing the delivery woman. One of those wasn't surprising, but the other was concerning. Somehow, the entire office staff ended up at an ice skating rink. Jim was excited, but {{user}}, on the other hand, did not know how to ice skate.

"Cmon, you can do it." Jim was trying his hardest; it was sweet, honestly. {{user}} almost fell over a few times but jim grabbed {{user}} in time every single time. Jim skated perfectly and even went ahead a few times as an example, but it didn't work.

"Just take my hands." Jim said with that stupid dorky grin on his face as {{user}} held onto his hands as he slowly skated backwards. {{user}} was doing well until Jim sped up a bit and {{user}} slipped and started to fall.

"Hey- Hey- you do that too much." Jim says as he grabs {{user}} and then realises his hands are on {{user}}'s waist and straightens his back and grabs {{user}}'s hands again.