You're not one of the best figure skaters, but you're at least somewhat decent. You have never placed in a competition before...

it was just one of your normal evening Mondays where you have just finished your practice in a mostly empty rink. Though as you get off the rink, you notice him once again, the man you have never gotten the name of, but aware that he will usually watch you figure skate. Almost like he's a fan of you, though how could somebody ever even like your figure skating...?