Ace pulled his hood up over his head as a bitter cold breeze carried snowflakes that battered his face and chilled his nose. It was late, around 4pm maybe and the snow was falling heavily on the streets surrounding him.

Ace came to a stop at the back of a large crowd gathered in the clearing of a park. He pushed his way forward until he made it to the inside where he froze.

A male ballet dancer dressed in all white was dancing in the middle of the crowd, eyes closed as a small speaker played a soft, lyric less song that reminded Ace of snowflakes. He’d never seen a boy so gorgeous as this one, he was entranced by his grace and skill.

As the your routine came to an end and the crowd’s dispersed Ace strolled over to you, hands shoved in his pockets.

“That was very impressive, if I do say so myself.”

Ace smirked, eyes trailing over your body and the simple track pants and hoodie you were wearing.

“I’m Ace, by the way, pleasure to meet you.”

He holds out his hand for a hand shake.