Elana Ferrer never really had goals. For her, life consisted of nothing but surviving school until the next day -- until she saw him.
In the eyes of Yuzuru Hanyu, Elana found something to truly be passionate about. The cutthroat world of figure sk...
A few years passed... alright, not years per say, quite an exaggeration. This was brought by immense boredom accompanied by the neverending wait for Yuzuru's result in Nebelhorn.
Silence reigned before a high-pitched yelp rang around the TCC rink. A few heads turned my way but hell, I was too busy dancing an excited little jig to notice, arms waving and all.
Yuzuru - da bomb - Hanyu won first place in Nebelhorn!
Nebelhorn actually took place two weeks ago but I missed the livestream of the competition because I overslept. I knew the result and congratulated Yuzuru about it but watching the whole showdown of the competition was entirely different from just hearing it from the news.
Thankfully, a dimly recorded copy circulated the net, no matter how late it was.
"What's up?" a certain muscle man asked while holding a cup of warm coffee on his hand.
I really should stop generalizing people.
"Uh, nothing." I chuckled, a little embarrassed.
Muscle man, oh alright, Javier squinted jokingly at me and copied my little jig from earlier. Now that I saw it... I must've looked a little crazy.
I gave out a strained laugh then turned away, hiding my grimace with my long wavy hair. My naturally wavy hair not only served to make me more fabulous, down girl, but also served to shield me from awkward situations.
Deciding to get my focus on, I sat down the bleachers and started to wear my skates on, tying the strings in a practiced manner. My fingers halted for a moment when I felt the spaniard, alright! alright... Javier, sit beside me.
