"Why would you want to impress me?" She asked softly not breaking the eye contact.
Nikolai paused, his breathing catching a little as her words seemed to jot back a memory. For a moment, all the sounds of the rink—the chatter of families, the scraping of skates on ice, the laughter of others—seemed to die out. There was just her, those big eyes looking at him, and the faint scent of her perfume. Why had he just noticed that? He wondered.
"Why wouldn't I?" he finally said, his voice soft.
Viktoria blinked, clearly taken aback by the simplicity of his response. "I mean..." She began to say something, but her words seemed to stall on her lips. She looked away, her hands tightening around the warm cup of liquid she cradled. "I'm not exactly the same girl you fell in love with, am I?"
Nikolai looked at her with a faintly puzzled expression, leaning forward slightly. "What makes you say that?"
