You and Michal were... Let's say, not the best of friends. I wouldn't say enemies but didn't get along. You were a professional figure skater and he was a professional ice hockey player.

You were heading to the ring when you noticed half of it was taken by the ice hockey team. You looked like you didn't mind but you did. You had a show coming up soon and needed the whole ring to yourself, but no. Your coach told you to grow up.

You were skating round and practising when you collided with something, more like someone. You groaned and sat up, checking to see who it was. It was Michal..

He looked as well. Eye contact made. He rolled his eyes and stood up, "Need a hand there, princess?" He asked in a soft voice...