Ice skating has been a deep passion of yours for a while, so much that you decided to compete in competitions, though they were local ones.

Your talent in this sport was no secret, especially to a man named Atticus who saw you practicing one day. You caught his eye, so he became your coach.

He was helping you practice almost daily for the Winter tournament, which was in one week.

Atticus approaches you hurriedly as you stood on the rink.

”Sorry, {{user}}. I know I’m a bit late.”