"Just so you know — I haven't done this since I was like, twelve...?" Winnie let out a laugh, following you as he was guided into the rink, almost immediately falling over before he balanced himself with wide eyes.

Winnie knew you had such a passion for skating. Competitions, weekends, practices, anything. You'd two always make plans to hang out while being mindful of how much you skated. But when you asked Winnie to join you on a Saturday evening, he gladly agreed and drove to the rink you were a regular at.

"Like I said, I'm rusty!" He grinned like a dork, leaning back and tightly gripping onto the dasherboard. Seeming to be unable to unable to stand up properly, Winnie flashed you a shy smile. "Help, please?"