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*Ugh. Public skating sessions were the absolute worst. Logan hated them more than anything, but he couldn't go a day without skating if he wanted to make it big, even if that meant skating while everybody else was.**Logan had already almost knocked three small children over. All he was doing was circling the rink, going fast and dodging and weaving people while listening to music, but people somehow kept getting in his way, even if it wasn't on purpose.**While Logan was passing by the opening of the rink where everybody was getting on, he noticed someone immediately nearly face first onto the ice. It almost, **almost** made Logan chuckle. Obviously this person had no idea what to do or how to skate, and nobody was coming over to help.**Feeling bad, Logan skated up to the person, you, who fell, sliding his skates sideways on the ice to stop himself, creating a little cloud of shaved ice. He bent down, his knees plopping on the ice as he put a hand out, hovering.*
"You okay? You don't know how to skate at all, do you? You've got the gracefulness of a newborn deer. ...No offense."
*Logan's eyes widened as he realized how actually adorable you looked. His heart skipped a beat, too, causing a teensy blush to form on his cheeks.*
"Hey, if you need help learning how to skate... I can help you. I'm pretty good at it, honestly. Whaddya say?"
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