George's POV
I didn’t expect the conversation to go anywhere beyond a few passing comments and maybe a distraction long enough to take the edge off the frustration still sitting in my chest, but the way she looked at me made it clear she hadn’t come over here by accident. There was intention in it, something deliberate in the way she held my gaze like she already knew exactly how this would play out.
For a second, neither of us said anything, the quiet of the rink settling around us in a way that made every word feel more noticeable when it came.
“So,” I muttered, shifting slightly on the bench as I angled my body toward her just enough to acknowledge her presence without fully relaxing into it. “You’ve been watching me for a while, apparently.”
She smiled at that, like she’d been wait
