In this story, we learn a bit about Baird's childhood while he teaches Sam a thing or two about ice-skating. I hope you enjoy!
(Just ignore the title. I couldn't come up with a better one lol)
"Show-off," Samantha Byrne muttered before she lost her balance, falling onto the unforgiving ice for the hundredth time. A smug Damon Baird cruised over gracefully, coming to a halt, showering the brunette with a mist of ice shavings.
"Need a hand?" He asked, looking far too pleased with himself. Sam snorted indignantly and picked herself up without the mechanics help. Baird shrugged, and then took off in a flash, racing around the circumference of the pond. Sam dusted off her knees and the seat of her jeans as she watched him, the snow getting caught in her dark hair as she stood with a pout on her face. She didn't like seeing the sarcastic blonde having this much fun. Just as she was going to inch forward, he was at her side again, skating slow circles around her. "You're not going to ge