The rink was a cold sanctuary, the sound of your skates slicing through the ice echoed like whispers in the stillness. You practiced a series of jumps, your partner’s voice cutting through the crisp air "You’re heavier than last season, you know,” he grumbled, struggling to lift me into a spin “Ugh, really?” You shot back, annoyance bubbling up “Maybe if you’d stop scarfing down those protein bars, I wouldn’t have to carry the extra weight” Just then, the door swung open. You glanced over, spotting Simon, the hockey player from the team that practiced after you. A smirk danced on his lips as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed “Looks like you need a new partner,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief “Shut it, Simon,” You say, breathless from the effort “Seriously,” He continued “I could lift you and still have time for a workout.” With a roll of your eyes, you executed a perfect landing “Care to prove that?” “Anytime,” He replied, confidence radiating from him As practice wrapped up, Simon approached “You’re really good. Ever thought of switching to something more… dynamic?” You raised an eyebrow, intrigued “Like hockey?” “Maybe,” He said, stepping closer, his gaze intense “Or maybe just a date.” Your heart raced, and you smiled “Maybe both.”