Louise lets out a deep gasp. "Ojiro, it's beautiful." she carefully holds the boot to see it closely, caressing the blade where her name was written in a cursive golden letter.

"Yeah... beautiful right?" he glances at her smiling face while she looks at the details.

"Ojiro..." she hums in her angelic, flirty voice and then she growls at him in Spanish, "I know it's your damn, freaking money but enough of these spendings!" making him brace himself in his seat.

She then goes on lecturing him about the amount he spends on her.

Ojiro just nods in defeat.

"I love the coffee, though," she adds. Giving him the side eye of approval.

"Hai, hai." he chortles. "Yes"

"Hai, hai..." she mimics sarcastically. "Are you even listening to me?" and then she goes back to repeating what she had said.

Ojiro kneels in front of her while he listens to her Spanish ramblings. He gently pulls her red boots off her leg and foot to put on her new skating boots.

"Lemons, Jalapeño! They're all overpriced—aahhh..." She gasps like her breath had sucked out of her.

The Jimmy Choo that he gifted her has become her ultimate favorite, and she refuses to take it off anywhere, even at home. It was like an extension of her soul and taking it off her means like killing her.

"Don't worry, you'll love these babies too." He puts the skating boots on her gently. "See? It looks good on you," he mumbled happily when he was done with the laces.

"Oh, Gracias mi cariño." She blinks her eyes to him, smiling sweetly. "Oh, thank you my love."

She giggles in a flirty tone, but the anxious voice inside her is screaming like an ambulance for the fact that these expensive, shiny things that he puts on her will just go to waste.

Because Louise hasn't done any ice skating in her life.

In Mexico, there's an outdoor rink and a diner in a nearby town where they live, owned by her dad's amigo. Louise and her sisters used to go there during the weekend.

And did she try those skating rentals on?

Of course not.

Her lazy ass only goes with her sisters and dad because she likes the hotdogs and buns that the diner sells.

Ojiro sits back beside Louise to massage his foot, while she falls into a deep silence, thinking really hard. It's one of those rare chances again in Louise's life where she shuts up.

How do I stand with these things on again? I'm pretty sure I googled it.

She remembers none.

Why did I even go with him again?

Before she knew it, Ojiro had finished changing from his gym shoes to skates.

"That fast?" she panics.

"Come on! This is going to be fun!" He stands, stretching his legs, looking so thrilled, and goes on walking with his skates quickly, motioning to follow her.

"Yeah, coming!" she responds while struggling to stand on her skates. After finally managing to stand, she straightens her posture like a fashion model, channeling some confidence.

She flips her hair and raises her chin to walk. First step, and she fell down on her back with a bent knee.

Louise closed her eyes and let out a silent scream of pain. She props herself up, but the leg behind her makes it even worse.

"OJIROOO!" she shrieks in a voice, that sounds like an explosion of a galaxy in outer space.

A moment later, Ojiro comes rushing to her rescue.

"I almost died!" she cries, while she's holding on for dear life, gripping Ojiro's arms tightly. "If I die, I'm probably going to hell! And I can't risk that happening. "

"S-sumanai." he apologizes, helping her to stand on the ice. "I'm too excited to do this with you; I completely forgot you're not used to walking with these." He smiled apologetically.

The last thing she needs was to ruin that excitement. He already knows she doesn't skate at all and thank God he didn't come to her for that. But the real problem is...

Ojiro doesn't have any idea how she sucks at sports or anything that requires a hundred percent of her energy.

"Yeah... that's right. Just hold on. You're doing great!"

"Like this?" she asks in a flirty tone. She keeps her legs in a V shape, bending her knees to balance herself using her inside edge, just like he instructed.

In an apocalyptic situation like this, Louise only resorts to being extra flirty to fuel his patience because she probably won't learn anything.

It's been almost an hour, and she can still barely stand on her own on the ice. She won't tell him, but she definitely admits, Ojiro is just basically wasting his time teaching her how to skate.

Ojiro lets out a laugh when she almost slips again. He looks like he's having fun, and she's laughing, going along with him and then glares at him when he's not looking.

When it's time for him to do his on-ice training, can only Louise sigh in relief.

"For the love of Satan, I'm not gonna survive this," she gasps, clasping tightly the rink's enclosure as a support as she goes off ice.

It's already past midnight when Ojiro drops Louise off in her apartment and she's nothing but relieved that their rink date is finally over. She already had enough trauma and she doesn't need a new one to be added on the list.

Well, do I like him enough to allow myself to suffer from all of that? She asked herself while Ojiro drives on their way home. He throws her a sweet smile upon noticing she's staring.

She admits she had fun with the date though even if she almost died. She didn't know she could use her inability to do sport to get the chance and grab his veiny, muscled arms as they played on the ice.

It's freezing cold outside but Ojiro insists on walking her to her door so she let him inside.

"Welcome to my el palacio," she hums, changing into her slippers by the door.

Ojiro takes off his shoes neatly and glances around the place. The narrow living room consists of tatami mats and a short-legged Japanese table. Beside it are the kitchen and the bathroom, just like those typical apartments in Japan that are fit for one person.

"Would you like some Tea?" she asks.

"Anything is fine," he answers, still looking curiously around.