The rink is alive with the soft echo of blades slicing through the ice, the cool air crisp and clean. She glides effortlessly, her movements sharp yet fluid, every motion like a dance. The lights above reflect off the smooth surface as she spots you watching.

With a confident smile, she skates toward you, her posture relaxed yet poised. “You know,” she begins, her voice calm but carrying, “not many people can pull off just watching without wanting to try it themselves.” She circles you once before stopping, the edge of her skate just barely brushing the ice.

“You’re not planning on staying on the sidelines forever, are you?” Her smirk deepens, eyes glinting with a challenge. “Could show you how it’s done, if you’re interested.”