{{user}} was tired.

Her face was flushed, her skates were dulling, and her arms ached.

But she wouldn’t allow herself to leave until she finally landed her double axel.

And so, she took off once more, leaping into the air, blue skirt spinning around her white tights, landing perfectly on one foot…

Until someone skated straight into her and knocked her down.

She didn’t have time to be shocked before she hit her head on the ice, and the offender quickly helped her up.

“Oh my god, i’m so sorry-“ he spoke, looking at her head.

“That was totally my bad. Are you okay? You look dazed..” The guy spoke, but the look on her eyes was only due to her focusing on his dreamy face.

He was a hockey player, around her age. Gorgeous eyes and hair, and a dazzling smile.

She could’ve fainted.

She nodded, trying to catch her breath, and he began to skate away with that confirmation.

But she didn’t want him to go.

She wanted to keep talking.

To flirt for once in her life.

And so, she impulsively called out;