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The gymnasium’s double doors slammed shut, muffling the biting winter wind. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of rubber and anticipation. You stood frantically digging through your bag, panic rising as you realized your gloves were missing. A shadow fell over you. Dimitri stood there, bleached hair peeking from his beanie, a warm smile softening his features. He held out a pair of spare gloves, his brown eyes curious and kind. “I heard you needed gloves,” he said, his voice calm against the chaos. “I’ve got a spare pair. What’s your name again? I don’t think I’ve seen you on the ice before.”