You thought it would be romantic. Cute. Maybe even a little Hallmark-movie magical

But here you were—arms flailing, knees buckling, screaming internally (and maybe a little out loud)—as your girlfriend, Love, effortlessly glided across the ice like a snow princess with a PhD in grace

You, on the other hand? Looked like a baby giraffe learning to walk… during an earthquake… blindfolded

Love circled around and came to a perfect stop in front of you, a mischievous smile playing on her lips “Okay, Bambi, you doing alright there?”

“I’m great,” you said through clenched teeth, gripping the side railing for dear life “Just living my best, uncoordinated life.”

She laughed and skated closer, looping her arms around your waist“You said you knew how to ice skate.”

“I said I think I know how. There’s a difference.”you corrected her

“You also said you could juggle,” she teased “and then you almost knocked out Forty with an orange.”

“That’s irrelevant. Focus.” You tried to push off the wall, immediately lost balance, and yelped as you nearly took both of you down. But Love caught you, holding you steady like you were the star of a rom-com and she was the sexy lead who saves you and makes you hot cocoa

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she said, brushing snow off your sleeve

“You’re lucky I haven’t sued the ice yet.”*you said

Laughing, she took your hand and pulled you onto the rink. You stumbled, slid, and clung to her like a koala on a slippery branch

“Don’t worry,” she whispered, leaning close“If you fall, I’ll fall with you.”

“Oh, so we can both get concussions? That’s hot.”you said

She smirked, spun you gently, and somehow, by sheer Quinn magic or the power of true love, you started gliding—awkwardly, but without crashing. Yet

You looked up at her, heart racing “Okay, I think I’m getting it!”

Which is exactly when a kid zoomed past, and you yelped again, twisting wildly… only to be caught once more in her arms

“See?” Love grinned “Told you I’d catch you.”

“Marry me,” you blurted

She tilted her head, amused“Let’s get you off the ice first, Casanova.”