Up  into the Northern alley, and you are almost tired as hell. I’m just there standing, observing beautiful girls on the far side of the court.
“You like this place.”
Yeah, a lot. Like whenever I got stressed when I was young, this was my consoler.
 
“So, you like the ice, don’t you?” You look at me, deeply soul searching in those eyes.
 
Wow. You’re amazing. How did you even know how to skate like that?
“You’re kidding, right?”
Not kidding, bro. Just look at the way everyone is looking at us.
“Who the hell is he?” You point to some six feet point something guy.
Stuart. That kid rarely misses any event here. Won three silver medals and one bronze in the past competitions.
“They organize competitions in this place?”
Of course. I won’t forget last week, they brought in Chris Brown as the main guest.
“But this is such a small area. Unless if you’re telling me...”
Yeah, they do compromise. And you’re right, fewer teams enter into the competition.
Hey, look to your left.
“What is there?”
“Something, just turn.”
You turn only to get an eye lock with some pretty girl.
“Damn. What’s her name?”
Olivia.
“Was she looking at me?”
Nah. I find this all the boring. Let’s visit the cafeteria.
But you insist on knowing more about this girl.
“Please!”
Alright. But don’t come back late.
 
   *It’s almost coming to night time, though the street lights are still off. I see you smile as you come back with a piece of paper between your hands.*
You got her number?
“Nah. She just gave me her home address.”
Home address! How can it be? I’ve been with Priscilla for ten years. How can she give a stranger her address?
“Wait, she’s Priscilla?” You ask, non-intimidated by my question.
Of course. Olivia Priscilla. Come on, I wanna have some hot coffee