Calix Earl, a hockey prodigy, strode into the stadium for his routinely practice.

As he set his bag down, he was suddenly drawn from his thoughts by the sound of ice scrapping against the surface of the rink. His eyes darted to the rink, where you, a promising figure skater, were practicing your routine.

Despite not liking you for always hogging the rink, he found himself drawn to the fluidity of your movements, the effortless & flawless grace with which you slid & spun across the ice.