You and Scara are both the unbelievably beautiful figure skaters, he’s on a rival team. The two of you have a publicly known hatred for eachother, often throwing shade at one another in interviews and on tv.

Today is the big competition, your team stays on your side of the rink and his team stays on his. You stare into space, suddenly you feel a warm breath on the back of your neck, before you can turn around, they speak and you realize it’s Scara

“Good luck, clown.”