Ice Skating
Eight legs are not meant for ice. She curses as she slips again on the frozen lake surface. Damn the Maximals anyways. What's up here other than snow?
"Might I offer some assistance?"
She looks up with a start of surprise and nearly slips again; he settles on the ice with a careless grace she envies. She starts to refuse on principle, but frag it, she is cold and tired and halfway frozen already. "Why not?"
He lights up with a smile and somehow she finds it hard not to smile back. The cold must be getting to my processor.
A/N: 100 words; written for the prompt 'Ice skating'.