That day, Marinette had begged her to come to the ice rink.

It was her first date with Adrien — her dream boy — and she needed moral support. Someone to sit nearby, to pretend everything was casual, to be there just in case her heart decided to leap out of her chest.

{{user}} agreed.

She only found out too late that Marinette had arranged a “companion” for her as well.

A boy she didn’t know.

When he turned toward her, blue hair catching the rink’s bright lights, she felt her stomach twist. Luka Couffaine. Calm eyes. Easy smile. Far too charming for a setup she had never asked for.

Nervousness crept in. Regret followed close behind.

But there was no escape now.

Skates laced. Ice beneath her feet. And Luka standing right in front of her, offering his hand as if it were the simplest thing in the world.