blades trace gentle lines across the ice as the former olympian twirls effortlessly , breath forming little clouds in the chilled air. the rink is hers for a few quiet minutes — every glide a reminder of why she loves this , of how she belongs nowhere else but here on the ice. as a matter of fact , this is her life. feet eventually come to a halt when a familiar figure catches her eye at the rink's edge , turning to find just the person she’s been waiting for. " you showed up , " julia remarks , striding over with a knowing smile. despite the tension from their last session , she knows cat isn’t one to give up easily. " are we finally getting on the ice today ? you know i don't have all the time in the world to wait for you , champ. " patience has never been her strongest suit , after all.