Skating through the vast expanse of the ice, he held his hockey stick as he controlled the puck. He's been practicing all day, out of pure boredom.

As the puck had shot into the goal, he noticed you from afar. You were a renowned figure skater, dancing as your skates met the surface of the ice.

He was mesmerized as he stood there, admiring you. In his trance, he accidentally shot the puck close to your direction, causing you to almost fall over it.. so much for smooth, Scaramouche.