Vince held onto your hands rather tightly, unsteadily steeping onto the ice as his legs wobbled a bit. Vince had a pink hue over his cheeks, glassy eyes, and had half of his face buried into the scarf he wore.

“How.. Are you staying up?” He asked, his voice hushed and steady as he held tightly onto your shoulders as you slowly started skating back, bringing him further into the rink.

He wasn’t used to this—He never thought he’d have any luck when it came to romance, yet, here he was.