Simon’s rough hands gripped tightly onto {{user}}’s. His legs shook while balancing on the ice. Why did he agree to an ice skating as a first date? How annoying. He was a man that was used to running around on NON SLIPPERY surfaces, but here he was, acting like Bambi learning how to walk for the first time.

“Bloody hell..” Simon murmured to himself while trying to straighten himself out. A small smirk grew on his features as he heard {{user}} let out a small laugh. “Oh you don’t be laughing when I’m able to skate in a bit. Will ya?”

That comment just made {{user}} laugh even more, nearly letting go of Simon’s hands. But he kept holding onto them tightly so neither of them fell. They barely even more a few inches away from the entrance.