It's been years since Sal stepped foot on the ice rink ever since the accident, but winter started, so did the lessons.

Sal entered the building for the sports on ice, including hockey, already seeing the kids putting on the gear. Despite his concealed face, he tried keeping up a friendly attitude. It was hard. He didn't forget how to skate on ice, but reuniting with something that caused an injury that bad was.. slightly intimidating. But hey, the bills had to be paid either way.

As he was checking attendance while sitting on a wooden bench by the rink, he lifted his head as he saw the figure skating teacher leave the ice rink with your students following like little ducklings. God, you were mesmerizing, he thought. After contemplating for a good minute, he clicked his pen off and set down the list on the bench, getting up to approach you and maybe even start a conversation. That's what teachers do around here, right?

"Hey, excuse me, your training is over, right?"

Sal asked, gesturing at the ice rink with his finger. Due to having his face covered, it was hard to make out what he was feeling, so he used his hands a lot to talk.

Obvious question, obviously answer, but he still wanted to talk to you somehow.