The crowd roared as he cleanly landed the triple salchow. "What perfection!" The announcers would proclaim. He glided freely, passionately. He endeared the ice, so gentle to land, careful not to scratch the surface too terribly. The ice alone was beautiful, but his skating gave beauty a whole new meaning.
I finished tying the laces on my skates.
"Should I really skate Phichit?" He nodded sensitively. I looked back up at the ice. Viktor's performance was exquisite! Every flip, every Lutz! Completely beautiful, he made it look so effortless! He owned the ice! He showed love towards the ice, gliding smoothly, but would quickly change his mood and attack the ice with his emotions. The magnificence of the performance was eleven out of ten. He put the famous figure skaters to shame. To be honest, I haven't even watched figure skating for about a year. Viktor Nikiforov, he looked like a model, he skates like an angel, he's so charismatic. The lights reflection on the ice shone into Viktor's eyes, making them gleam bright blue, only adding to his skating! CRASH!
"Damn it!" Viktor yelled as he crashed onto the ice, ruining his beautiful Lutz. CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! Phichit cheered Viktor.
"That was AMAZING!" He screamed across the ice rink. Viktor pulled a black band off his wrist and pulled his hair back, Viktor's hair was immensely long.
"You really think so? I mean I definitely messed up my Lut- YUURI!" Viktor cut his sentence short. I smiled and waved awkwardly. I've been spot! Do I run? It was too late, Viktor had already glided his way towards my bench.
"Hey Yuuri! You seem quiet." He paused and entered the seating area, pointing to the seat next to me.
"May I?" I nodded quickly. Viktor sat down and looked at my arm.
"What happened?"
"Just an accident."
"A car accident! Was everyone alright?" I laughed quietly.
"No, a skating accident, pair skating is tough!" He nodded in understanding.
"It sure is, I prefer solo." I bet women would die to pair skate with him. Viktor grabbed my arm.
"It's hard to tell at first." He began." It takes a while to notice that its phoney. That's a good thing right?" He grinned at me. Sometimes. I looked down at my watch briefly.
"Awe damn! I gotta go!" I waved good bye and escaped the foreboding environment. Viktor Nikiforov... That name just sounds so familiar.