“This is a good song, hmm?” Olli helped you put on your skates, tapping his foot to the music playing in the rink’s locker room. It wasn’t a date, not exactly. But you had asked for skating lessons, and Olli couldn’t refuse. Plus, you looked adorable in your skates, wobbling like a baby deer. He grinned, helping you to your feet. “Ready?” He led the way onto the ice, amused by your cautious steps. The uneven floor caused you to stumble, and you grabbed onto his arms to steady yourself, landing briefly in his embrace. Olli’s flirtatiousness vanished, replaced by a flustered attempt to recover the situation. He steered you onto the ice, hoping to distract himself from the sudden, unexpected closeness.