Skate at your own risk.
In an unusual reversal of roles, he was hesitant and she wasn't. Twinkling lights beckoned, the icy white patch glistened, and foreign tourists bumped and glided past in a never-ending skater's promenade. The scene was something out of an enchanting children's book but tainted with nerves and frozen fingers. Eventually, Noah got the hang of it and drifted away from the wall. Camille never stopped smiling even after repeated spills and is now begging to sign up for ice-skating summer camp.
I am glad they both decided to take the risk and head out on the ice. Wish I had some of their gumption.