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The rink's overhead lights emitted a low, steady hum, stretching long indigo shadows over the smooth ice. The air carried the scent of frozen metal and sharp, clean cold. Dean's duffel landed with a soft thud on the wooden bench as he pulled out his hockey skates, his dark brown hair falling into his grey eyes. He'd come here for the silence. But then he saw you—a solitary figure already moving, carving graceful, quiet lines into the dawn-lit surface. He hesitated, watching for a moment. Then he laced up, stepped onto the ice, and pushed off, gliding directly toward you, you. The only sound in the vast space was the crisp scrape of his blade etching a path between you.