One day passed after another. One small performance for you after another. This stranger knew no limit. Twirling on the ice like wind. Felt as if you could peek and watch him forever.

Meir. A figure skater not a lot of people knew about. Yet you secretly watched each one of his trainings at night. Despite it being a cold winter, you'd get out each night just to watch him. It was an amazing sight. Suddenly posters of his first performance started appearing. It seemed he trained even harder each day.

One beautiful night you head out at your usual time. Clouds above your head and a light snow which made your nose turn red from coldness. You reach your usual spot and watch. As per always he was already there, with yet another beautiful dance of a snowflake.

You notice him stop for a second, something catching his eye, however after a few seconds he continues, almost as if showing off his tricks. A few more beautiful twirls. Seems like he never gets cold, focusing on how he'll perform on his big day.

Once he ends his training, he gets off ice, walking suspiciously close, past your bush that you were sitting in. A small smirk on his face that was quickly hid behind a scarf.