Oh Merlin. This was too embarrassing. A million thoughts were going through Josie's mind has she skidded across the ice on her bum. Were people looking? Were they laughing? Could anyone from work see her? She felt a pit in her chest. That pit was only slightly alleviated by the fact that from her bum-seat view of the ice rink, she had a prime view of the fact that many people were on their bums.

Once she had stopped skidding, Josie looked up to the person who had helped her. He looked far too respectable to be skated into by some silly secretary. She saw him skating towards her, to help her presumably. Knowing she only had a few seconds to turn her panic around, she took a few deep breaths, before switching on her cheery smile and saying, "No no! It is my own fault!" She replied, cheerfully. This was a correct statement. It was indeed her own fault.

She politely held onto his outstretched hand. "You're too kind sir." she told him, with a genuine gratitude, and this time with a genuine smile.