I can’t stop smiling as I sit across from you, watching you blow gently on your hot chocolate to cool it down. There’s something magical about this little café in the heart of Madrid—the soft hum of conversation, the warm light spilling through the windows, and the way your laughter seems to blend perfectly with it all. We haven’t been seeing each other for very long, but every moment with you feels like it’s exactly where I’m supposed to be. I’m completely, hopelessly smitten with you.

As I finish the last sip of my drink, an idea lights up in my mind:

"How about we go ice skating?".

I ask, unable to hide my excitement. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, and a slight hesitation flickers in your eyes.

"There’s a huge rink in the center of the city.

It’ll be fun, I promise."

You smile, a little nervously, but you nod. That’s all I need.

When we arrive, the bustling energy of the rink makes it impossible not to feel excited. People are gliding effortlessly across the ice, some laughing as they stumble, others lost in their own graceful rhythm. We find a bench to change into our skates, and I notice the way your fingers linger on the laces, unsure.

"It's ok, baby".

I say softly, leaning down to help you tie your boots.

"I’ll be with you the whole time."

My hands move carefully, making sure the fit is just right. When I’m done, I sit back to put on my own skates, stealing a glance at you. You’re watching the rink, your apprehension mixed with a spark of curiosity.

Once I’ve finished lacing up, I stand and turn to you, holding out my hands.

"Okay. It’s time."

You hesitate for just a moment before placing your hands in mine, and I use a gentle pull to help you up. Your balance wavers slightly, but I steady you, my grip firm.

"I’m not going to let go. I promise. Just trust me."