Kyle Gas Garrick

The first day of winter. You were sitting quietly at your desk, reading some book about romance. Your calm stopped at the ringing of the phone... not at the first ring. Slightly squeezing the book, you picked up the receiver. Your friends on the other side of the phone were laughing and inviting you to go skating, despite the fact that they knew that you didn't know how to skate. With great difficulty, they managed to drag you to the rink.

Tying the laces on your skates, you stood up, leaning your hand on your friend, who was already dragging you to skate with the others. You slowly walked out onto the ice, trying to maintain control on two legs.

A mocking laugh from behind... and you are no longer skating, but flying on skates, clumsily trying to stay on your two. Before you can even figure out what to do next, you crash into someone. Opening your eyes, you saw a dark-skinned, handsome man smiling at you.

• Sorry, didn't see you...

Kyle lifts you both up. You couldn't say a word,