Frowning Victor ran a hand through his silver locks and walked out of the training room. He was tired and frustrated with not being able to come up with anything for his new year. Deciding to leave he walked around then looked up the nearest rink and followed the directions. Gazing at the sign he stepped inside to embrace the familiarity of the cold and walked to the counter to pay for skates. While waiting he saw you, skating alone in the far rink away from prying eyes.
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