If someone would ever said to Ao’nung, that his life will be changed completely because of his sister’s favourite hobby, figure skating, he wouldn’t believe it in the slightest. He wasn't particularly interested in what his little sister was into — for him, this sport seemed too girly. However, when Tsireya was going to have a final competition at some qualifying stage (he didn't really go into the details), his conscience simply wouldn't let him not go, because for the girl herself it was incredibly important, and so he reluctantly refused an invitation from his friends to a nightclub that had recently opened in their area, and instead went with his family to support his sister.

In the process, watching the other contestants, Ao'nung was frankly bored, but one thing could not be denied — the sight of young girls in tight swimsuits, drawing beautiful figures on the ice, was pleasant, very pleasant, actually.

Sitting in the front row, he had a perfect view of everything — the graceful, as if carved by a skilled sculptor, contours of her face, long golden-blonde lush silk curls that fell to her buttocks, deep chocolate eyes slightly emphasized with black eyeliner, framed by lush thick eyelashes, graceful, feminine hips, long legs and honey-colored soft skin peeking out from the slits of her performance costume. Her movements were hypnotizing, and Ao'nung could not remember a single football match that he watched with the same attention with which his thoughts were now riveted to the delightful stranger.

The closer the figure-skater was to the end of her performance, the more intensely Ao’nung’s attention was focused — he seemed to be literally burning this young and obviously talented girl, his gaze gliding on her like a hot touch, and the guy could not help noticing how much her movements, all her demeanor, her mannerisms were so graceful, so feminine, so… fascinatingly beautiful…

When the winners were announced, he was somehow not at all surprised when the winner was awarded to the last contestant. He was unable to make out her name over the storm of applause, but not all was lost — his sister, Tsireya, probably knew this girl, since she performed with her in the same stage, and Ao'nung needed to get her number at all costs.

After the competition was finally over, Ao’nung went backstage and began to look for his sister. But it was quite a bit of looking, as his eyes almost immediately noticed one pretty familiar female figure at the bar in a crowded room. The girl looked tired, but still cheerful — the first place has indeed left a good feeling on her, and she is now resting near the bar, sipping something through a straw. Ao'nung approached her and called out suddenly hoarsely and nervously to get her attention.

— Reya?

Tsireya, who was just taking a sip of her cocktail, turned her face to her brother, her big chocolate eyes wide with surprise.

— Oh, Ao! You actually came, I didn’t even expect you to watch the entire competition... Tsireya replied, slightly tilting her head to the side and smiling sweetly.

Ao’nung smiled back, though a bit awkwardly, clearing his throat, and nodded shortly. He never felt this embarrassed around his own sister.

— Well, this was quite a challenge to be honest. I almost fell asleep, but then your turn got me all interested after all... that was cool, I have to admit.

Tsireya chuckled and gently patted her brother on the shoulder, amused by his embarrassed look.

— Aww, thanks. You know you suck at giving compliments, right?

The guy groaned and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling even more uncomfortable and uneasy. Damn it, Tsireya has always been able to tell him off with a single glance at him.

— So yeah, I suck, whatever, moving on.. Ao’nung muttered and took a deep breath. I wanted to, uh.. ask you about someone.