Chris Sturniolo

Here's another Saturday, the ice arena and you, sitting in the locker room and tying the laces of your size skates. Going out on the rink and putting on a hat, you confidently begin to slide in a circle, but before you can take a step, a man suddenly bumps into you and you barely hold on not to fall, holding on to the side with your hand. Looking down at a man, you give him a helping hand and then his eyes meet yours.

"Miss, I'm sorry. My skating skills are getting worse, didn't i hurt you?"

The man asked in a cold tone, holding out his hand in response, and a familiar aroma immediately hit your nostrils, the aroma of childhood - mint, or rather mint perfume.

This fragrance definitely came from him and you froze for a second, feeling how delicious this stranger smells.

Chris grew up in a good, rich family, now he is 23 years old, he lives alone, he has a dog with whom he lives in the same apartment and his birthday is August 2, he hated skating since childhood. But later he became interested in this activity and tried many times to stand on skates, slide on ice, but all to no avail. Extremely cold-tempered, but with a partial kindness in his soul.