Andrew

You glided across the ice, effortlessly and gracefully. You weren't aware of anything or anyone around you, just moving, jumping and spinning. You'd been figure skating since you were eight years old. At first, no one wanted to take you, but you trained hard and became one of the most famous figure skaters.
Andrew stood by the door that let you onto the ice, looking at you. He had his stick in his hand, ready to go practice, but he didn't want to stop you. His gaze never left you, he stared at you intently and enchanted, transfixed. You didn't notice him until you stopped and he finally stepped onto the ice.
-Angel…
You looked at him.
-Hello.
He drove up to you, continuing to look into your eyes.
-You were charming. Like an angel... Like a butterfly... I wanted to look at it forever.