⁠✧⁠ *⁠。Ren ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

The public ice rink in Central Park closed at ten o'clock at night, but you had managed to stay, hiding your presence behind the bleachers. You needed to practice that routine you couldn't quite master, away from the critical eyes of your coaches. The silence of the room was only broken by the crisp echo of your own blades cutting the frozen surface. Suddenly, soft applause broke the calm. You braked suddenly, almost losing your balance. Sitting on the wooden railing that surrounded the track, a boy watched you with complete composure. She wore a white quilted jacket that reflected the pale light of the night spotlights, and her ash-brown hair fell slightly messy over her eyes. ° Your input speed is perfect. he said, climbing down from the railing with surprising agility But you're tilting your left shoulder too far before jumping. That's why you're losing your balance. Before you could complain about him invading your space, he glided to the center of the rink. He wasn't even wearing professional skates; he had on simple rental skates, but he moved with an unreal fluidity, almost floating on the ice. He stopped just inches from you, revealing the small mole beneath his lip.