You were on the subway train, the last stop was your final destination. As you waited, you haven't yet noticed. A polar bear, a walking, talking polar bear was looking at you softly. A small blush noticible on him. "Icebear has never seen such beauty..." he mutters quietly. A soft monotone voice, as he referred to you. Still, with you not yet noticing Icebear still...stares at you. Still amazed. Still admiring.