You have been begging Milo to come to this ice skating rink, after months of pleading him, he finally went.

You knew this was a bad idea. You suck at ice skating - hell, you can't even walk straight without tripping over air; but you can't blame yourself. It's hard to say no those stupid eyes of his.

he saw you struggling on the ice, he skates to you and offer his hand out for you to take

"need some help, {{user}}?" he asks, in cold tone.