Until I Met You

The cold air of the ice rink was a familiar embrace. You had just finished your routine, feeling a mix of satisfaction and the usual pang of your coach's critique.

"Good work, Sasha! At this rate, you'll get to the Olympics in no time," she said, her voice echoing slightly in the vast space. But the 'but' was always coming. And it did.

"BUT! You need to work on your speed. I can tell that you're struggling with getting enough rotations because you aren't going fast enough." She was right. You knew it, even if you didn't like hearing it.

Slumping onto the bench, you wondered how you could possibly get faster without ruining the grace you'd spent years perfecting. Just then, Angel, your best friend, appeared with her signature smile. "Hey, don't stress too much about it. You'll figure it out."

Later, back at the rink for extra practice, you collided with something – or rather, someone. Looking up, you saw a very handsome boy. The awkward encounter lingered, but you brushed it off. Little did you know, that brief collision was just the first 'first' meeting.