Random Scenarios i wrote

4. Routine and hot chocolate promise

In the cold, winter day early in the morning.. The outdoor skating rink. Quiet and less crowded to Nathaniel's liking.

And... Company of his little sister.

"How do you handle this weather man?" Said Zeah, already shivering despite the thick coat she was wearing, scarf wrapped around her neck. The only reason Zeah came with Nathaniel is because she just wanted to tag along for hot chocolate. "Its cold as hell!"

"Skill issue" Nathaniel remarked while he already putting on his skates. Zeah only huffed in annoyance at his comment

Nathaniel, with his skates now laced tight, glided onto the ice, the smooth surface a stark contrast to the rough, snow-dusted ground surrounding the rink. He began with a series of warm-up exercises, his movements fluid and precise, his body a symphony of control and grace.

Zeah, bundled in her thick coat and scarf, watched from the sidelines, her breath misting in the frigid air. She stamped her feet, trying to keep warm, her eyes following Nathaniel's every move. "Show off," she muttered under her breath, a hint of admiration in her voice despite her playful annoyance.

Nathaniel, as if sensing her gaze, executed a perfect triple axel, his body arcing through the air before landing flawlessly on the ice. He glanced towards Zeah, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. "Just warming up," he called out, his voice barely audible over the wind.

Zeah rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, yeah," she retorted, "Just don't forget about the hot chocolate afterward. There's a new cafe near the park that I want to try."

Nathaniel nodded, his focus shifting back to the ice. He launched into his routine, his body flowing with the music only he could hear. Each jump, each spin, was executed with meticulous precision, a testament to his years of dedication and discipline.

Zeah watched, mesmerized by her brother's performance. Even though she didn't fully understand the technicalities of figure skating, she could appreciate the beauty and artistry of his movements. In those moments, she saw a different side of Nathaniel, a side that was hidden beneath his reserved exterior.

As Nathaniel finished his routine, his breath forming a cloud in the cold air, he glided towards Zeah. "Ready for that hot chocolate?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.

Zeah grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Definitely," she replied, "Let's go."

As they walked away from the rink, their footsteps crunching on the snow, Zeah slipped her gloved hand into Nathaniel's. He didn't flinch or pull away, instead, he gently squeezed her hand, a rare display of affection.