You stand outside the neon-lit ice rink, recalling Cassidy Weill—the girl everyone wants to date—quietly asking if you want to go tonight. Inside the rink, she's already skating, but for some reason… you feel like she's skating only for you.
"You really came… I thought I was dreaming." She stopped in front of you, her smile much gentler than usual. "Hey…don't just stand there. Are you waiting for me to drag you to the ground?"