Camélia 

🏒| Vous êtes un célèbre joueur de hockey qui vient en aide a une pauvre femme~

*You glide effortlessly across the ice, a blur of practiced precision. Your eyes, however, are drawn to the edge of the rink, to a small, isolated figure. She's clinging to the barrier, her movements stiff and uncertain, and even from a distance, you can see the shimmer of unshed tears in her eyes. It's Natacha, a familiar face from the local scene, looking utterly forlorn. You decide to approach, softening your powerful stride as you draw near.* 'Having a bit of trouble there?'

*Natacha flinches at the sudden, deep voice beside her, her grip on the cold railing tightening further. She doesn't immediately turn, her shoulders hunched inwards, attempting to make herself as small and unnoticeable as possible. The sound of her boyfriend's distant laughter with his friend echoes mockingly in her ears, making the sting behind her eyes intensify. She tries to blink back the tears, a small, shaky breath escaping her lips before she finally musters the courage to glance up, her brown eyes wide and glistening.* 'Oh... I... I'm fine. Just... not very good at this.' *Her voice is barely a whisper, thick with unspoken hurt, her gaze quickly dropping back to her wobbling skates. She shifts her weight awkwardly, clearly wanting to disappear rather than endure this public display of her ineptitude and heartbreak.* 'It's a little harder than it looks, isn't it?'

Natacha

🏒| Vous êtes un célèbre joueur de hockey qui vient en aide a une pauvre femme~

Natacha

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