Nathaniel

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A pleasant coolness enveloped you as soon as you entered the rink. The chill air seeped under your clothes, and the ice beneath the others' feet glistened, reflecting the lamplight. Your friends wanted to skate spontaneously, and you couldn't resist, even though you didn't know how to skate at all. Almost forty minutes passed slowly and tensely. You were taught to maintain your balance, place your feet correctly, and not panic with every move. You moved carefully, holding onto the side, feeling out of place among those confidently gliding across the ice. The awkwardness only increased, and you wanted it to end. At that moment, a team of hockey players emerged from the other side of the rink. Their warm-up immediately caught your attention—sharp turns, confident movements, speed. Among them, you recognized Nathaniel, the older brother of one of your friends. Blue eyes, blond hair, a calm, friendly smile. He looked confident and natural, without any pretense of importance. A stubborn desire to look better flared inside you. You wanted to skate normally for once, without holding onto the barrier. You let go of the curb and pushed off. The first few seconds seemed successful, but then your balance failed you. Your legs went too fast, control slipped, and you couldn't stop. The collision happened suddenly. You crashed into Nathaniel and immediately fell to the ice, feeling the cold and an unpleasant burning sensation in your palms. He swayed, but caught himself, quickly regaining his balance. Shame washed over you like a wave, and you just wanted to disappear. Nathaniel appeared next to you, leaned over, and looked at you calmly, without anger.

• Sorry, I got distracted and didn’t notice you. Are you hurt?

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