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Lutz: A toe-pick-assisted jump taken off from a back outside edge and landed on the back outside edge of the opposite foot

She's not sure what brought her here.

She's standing behind the boards, elbows propping herself up while she watches the other skaters fly by. The chill of the December air almost surprises her, but she just tugs the maroon sweater tighter, curls her arms into her chest for warmth until her body adjusts.

There's a decent amount of people crowding into the rink, all varying skill levels present. The somewhat smaller section - which is attached to a corner of the main rink - is emptier, and she makes a note to head over there at some point. It's been a while since she's laced up her old skates, a few months probably, but she hasn't had the time to spare. They're dangling next to her now, the bright neon laces draped across her forearm a contrast to the white skates that hang from them. She eyes the rink before bringing her gaze back down to her skates and then she's stepping back, taking a seat on the bench to put them on. She squeezes her feet in and pulls them over her leggings, smiling at the familiar tightness as she laces them up and wiggles her ankles just to make sure they're secure. The blade guards are removed before she stands up and she twists to throw them into her bag.

She steps onto the ice and starts off slow, just enjoying the slight breeze that hits her face as she glides. She has to weave in and out of people to avoid a collision, and she comes dangerously close to being taken out by a group of teenagers more than once. She brushes it off though, doesn't mind so long as she doesn't actually fall to the slippery surface below her.

Her leisurely pace gives her the opportunity to observe the other skaters. Some are obviously hockey kids; she can tell by one, the hockey skates on their feet, but also because of the way they move. She'd seen it when she was younger and at the rinks with her mother, remembers vividly how she'd pointed out the differing postures to her. Others look to just be out with their friends, all clinging onto each other as they try to avoid falling, laughter spilling from their mouths at every turn. There are more skilled skaters whipping around as well, and she watches on as some of them glide past the slower movers with such perfected ease, only to go into a toned down, loose version of a scratch spin.

And then there's him.

Ruffled brown hair - no doubt from the harsh breezes coupled with the lack of a hat on his head - and a nice dark brown coat, his face splitting into a grin visible even from her spot on the other side of the rink. It's gorgeous, that smile, and she has to stop herself from getting too close and becoming too obvious. He's skating with a young girl, probably ten or eleven, whose fiery red hair is blowing into her face with each gust of wind. His daughter, she assumes.

He's skating backwards easily - she laughs when he collides with an unsuspecting patron, but then smiles when he turns to apologize profusely - with his arms outstretched, and the girl is following him, slightly less steady on her feet than he is. She's getting it though, and soon enough the redhead is holding her own on the ice, maneuvering herself around the other skaters.

She does a few more laps, keeping a stealthy gaze on the man each time she passes; her excellent peripheral vision is definitely coming in handy. With every go around, she notices something different.

Like the hints of stubble forming around his jawline, giving him an extra rugged appearance. The sound of his laughter when his daughter challenges him to a race and he picks her up to stop her from winning. The small turn of his head when she whizzes by and the eye contact they make for a few brief seconds. The broadness of his shoulders, and how strong his arms seem to be - he could probably pick her up with relatively no problem, and the thought alone is enough to make her blush.

She takes herself to the other side and finally stops, braces herself on the boards. The sea of people block her from his vision - or so she thinks - but she can still see him through the open spaces between some of their heads.

A smile breaks onto her face as she watches him. He's pretty good on the skates, she has to admit, and somehow that makes him more attractive. He's circling around the girl, and then he grabs onto her hand and bends to whisper something into her ear before he takes off, dragging her behind him. It's adorable.

And then he looks up.

They've stopped to rest at the boards opposite hers, and he lifts his head, his line of sight taking him directly to... her.

She grins and averts her eyes, turns her head, and when she looks up again he's no longer standing there.

She lets out a breath. He's just a - very attractive - guy at this rink who she admires for his deft skating skills. And his jawline, and build, and beaming smile. But that's it.

That's what she tells herself even as she catches him staring at her at least three more times. His face softens when she returns his gaze, but then he's moving away, back to pretending they haven't been doing this for the past twenty minutes. He's definitely watching her as much as she's watching him. Nothing'll come of this - nothing but the adrenaline rush that makes her feel like a teenager again, having some handsome guy smile at her, but it's fun. She thinks it's become an unspoken game. They both skate around, do laps. They never once go up to the other, but when they see each other, they smile.

She still turns her head but not before she can see him chuckle to himself.

If he had a woman waiting for them back home, she likes to believe that there's no way he'd be... flirting? Is that what this is? Some weird version of ice skating foreplay? Whatever it is, it's a bit much for someone with a significant other, so she calms down and accepts her assertion that he's probably single.

She keeps moving, doesn't want to stay in the same spot anymore, and she doesn't see her mysterious male friend anywhere. She just shrugs, assumes he and the girl decided to call it quits and head home. A pang of sadness hits her, which is ridiculous because she doesn't know the man and they haven't even talked, but then she pushes it back. Her feet drag her along as she skates between the people, shifting her weight from one blade to the other for prolonged periods of time. She closes her eyes briefly and enjoys the atmosphere of it all; the breeze, the weightlessness, the freeing feeling.

She's missed it.

When she opens her eyes she's towards the other edge of the rink. Her head spins around at the brush of someone's hand against her shoulder, but there's no one there when she turns. As she rights herself, she notices a distinct flash of brown cloud her vision, but she doesn't register the distance quick enough and she collides head on with a solid mass.

A pair of hands grab her around the waist, clutch at the edges of her sweater to keep her from falling to the ice. It all happens in a matter of seconds and she gasps at the shock, her eyes widening when she finally looks up to find the source of her crash.

It's him. All wind-blown brown hair and strong arms - that are still around her waist - and wow his eyes are even more stunning up close.

"Sorry." A shy smile is on his face when he releases his grip. "I didn't think you'd actually run into my arms," he teases.

So he did it on purpose. He stopped their game.

He changed the rules.

She huffs, her lips pursed and eyes narrowed playfully. "I didn't run into your arms," she corrects, her arms crossed over her chest. "Someone decided to block my path."

"Well, as fun as watching you ogle me from a distance was," he starts, continues as she starts to protest. "I thought it'd be more fun to actually say hi."

She can feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but she doesn't let it show.

"If I'm recalling correctly - and I am - I wasn't the only one staring."

He shrugs, those bright blue eyes sparkling. "You make it hard not to. You're very attention grabbing."

She quirks an eyebrow. "Attention grabbing? Like the introductory paragraph of a good essay? Seriously?"

He chokes on a reply, but laughs anyway, nodding. "Okay, not my best choice of words. You're very beautiful." She dips her head at the blunt response, lets her curls fall into her face. "I'm Rick."

"Kate," she nods, grinning as she takes his offered hand.

"And this is Alexis," he adds, lowering his hand to the top of the girls head and running it down her hair.

She looks down at the redhead, who returns her friendly smile. "You're pretty good out there, Alexis."

Alexis grins. "Thanks! I'm not as good as I want to be yet, but I'm getting there."

"What about me?" It's Rick this time, who's looking at her with a smirk on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes.

It's enough to do her in, to bring a flutter to her stomach because there's something about that smile and those eyes that suck her in.

"Eh, not too bad," she shrugs, keeps her voice completely even.

"Not too bad? I'd like to see you do better," he quips, cocking his head with a laugh. The smug look on her face has his eyes widening. "Wait." His voice raises an octave and the excitement is impossible to miss. "You can do better, can't you."

It's not a question; she knows she's given it away by her reaction.

She just shrugs, but nods her head towards the smaller - it's smaller than the main rink, but it's not actually small - portion of ice that's off to their right.

"Why don't we find out?"

He nods happily, ushering Alexis in front of him as they follow her. She can hear the girl's squeals when he tickles her sides, and she turns to find him holding his arms up innocently. There aren't many people in this area, probably because the ice is rougher and there are more grooves to get stuck on. Only about six others are around them, and she's grateful for the emptiness.

She can't very well do this in the main rink; there's no room.

"What are you doing?" he asks, eyeing her as she circles around, gets a feel for the ice beneath her blades. "Because if this is you showing me up, the presentation could use some work."

She shoots him a mock glare. "Anyone ever tell you patience is a virtue? Now go stand against the boards, please." She nods behind them and extends her arm. "Don't want to bruise anything more than your ego."

He lets out a low oooh and feigns hurt, brings a hand to his chest. "Ouch. You wound me."

She can't help but roll her eyes, and then she points at him again, an unspoken command to stay put because she really doesn't need him getting in the way of her blades and getting hurt. Or worse, Alexis. He just nods though, and she can see the girl watching her curiously. Her father wears the same expression, two sets of eyes wondering what it is that she's about to do.

It's been a while since she's done this, longer than she'd like, but she figures this'll be a good test run to see if she's still got it.

She skates to the far end of the boards and does a few small laps to get herself ready. She starts then, taking one last breath before she glides backwards on the outside edge of her left blade. Her other leg goes back at the same time both of her arms spread open, her left one out straight and her right one stretching behind her to mimic the movement of that leg. With enough momentum picked up, she digs her right toe pick into the ice and vaults herself up into the air, her body rotating to the left as she spins. Her arms come together mid air, opening once again as she descends and lands on the outside edge of her right blade. It's a near perfect landing, and her arms spread once again as she lets herself slide out of the dismount and come slowly to a stop.

A relieved breath escapes her throat and she's grinning when she makes her way back over to the two with shocked expressions on their faces. She almost blushes at the pure amazement radiating from the man.

"That. Was. Incredible," he all but yells, his mouth opening and then closing again before his eyes come to hers. "Okay, I admit it, you absolutely win."

She lets out a laugh and lowers her head. "Thank you, thank you," she nods and pretends to bow.

"That was so cool! I wish I knew how to do that," Alexis chimes in, eyes wide and expressive. "You're so good."

"Thank you, Alexis," she smiles.

She's about to say something else when Rick cuts in. "Can you do that again?" he asks eagerly, his smile so wide she thinks it's about to crack his face in half. "Wait, no," he adds quickly. "Can you teach me how to do that?"

She snorts, covering her mouth immediately as she shoots him an apologetic gaze.

"How about we grab some burgers and then maybe I'll show you some more of my talents..." She drags the sentence out, watches his mouth drop open and his breath catch in his throat. "Alexis," she finishes off, clarifying with a playful glance towards him and then back to the girl. "Maybe I can show you some of the basics."

Alexis beams. "Really?" Kate nods. "Dad, can I please?"

He's still trying to regain his composure when he nods down at the girl, giving her a smile. "Of course, pumpkin. That's very nice of Kate to offer."

"Yes! Let's go get those burgers," the girl declares. She starts off before both adults, exuding excitement with every glide of her skates.

Rick falls behind and turns with narrowed eyes to Kate, whose smirk and barely suppressed laughter is all too telling.

"Oh, that was cruel."

Prompt: "I was watching you ice skate with your little girl and I couldn't help but notice you were alone with her and I couldn't muster up the courage to come and talk to you until you made eye contact several times, forcing me to go" AU