There are a few people clapping when I scrape the toe of my blade against the ice to come to a stop and I feel my face flush warm under the attention. But it's Jack's approval that means the most of course and I can't help the flood of warmth that rushes through me when I see him grinning at me, hear the pierce of a whistle from his lips.

"It could've been a lot smoother, but I'm not really warmed up right now," I confess as I push off to skate alongside him again. "I've been practicing though. I've got a couple routines I've been workin' on that I think I might show off in a couple months. Oh, Jack! Maybe we could do one together? I haven't done pairs since I was twelve, but I bet I can remember most of the basics!"