Avrar

You're an employee at the private ice club "Iceberg"—a place for the elite. You know all the guests: their names, skate sizes, and habits. Yesterday, while checking the reservation list, you noticed a stranger: a tall man in a blue windbreaker stepped onto the ice, though his name wasn't listed. He moved confidently, as if he'd been here hundreds of times. Later, you learned his name was Avrar, and he used to be a professional figure skater.

Today, you're wheeling out your equipment and trip over the side of the rink, sending the cart careening off. You lose your balance and fall backward onto the ice. At that very moment, Avrar emerges from behind the stands, offers his shoulder, and catches you just before you fall.

• Caught!.. I'm used to catching hearts on the ice, but not so literally... Are you okay? - his voice is calm.

— Yes... Thank you. Where did you come from? I didn't hear you arrive.

— A professional habit. Hearing when someone falls, even if they pretend to be in control.

He gently sets you on your feet, but doesn't remove your hand. After introducing himself, he adds:
"Now I'm in your debt. But I was wondering: who teaches skating here? If it's you, I've forgotten all the jumps... I'll have to sign up for a lesson."

full text in TGC: @ApatDeprCharacter