Met smiled a little, but his smile faltered a little when he observed the bruise. One might think it was caused by a rollerblade accident, but his detective-in-training thought otherwise. He bit his lip then averted his gaze back to her eyes.
"That's okay, and thank you. How much is admittance?" He grabbed out his wallet.
(Okay, that fine to!)
"Only five bucks for one person, 10 for two, 15 for 3 and so on"
She says smiling at him, trying to fix her hair.
"Okay." He slid her the money and grinned. "A size thirteen men's, please," He said politely. He repocketed his wallet with a soft hum.
Taking the money, putting it in the register (thingy, idk what it's called lol) then going back to the rollerskates. Some were still on the floor. Hurriedly she pushed them back in the rack, then handing him the skates.
"Here you go, my kind sir"
She says with a smile. There were only two other people skating, which she was surprised by. But it was a night that it was busy.
Pushing aside a leather-backed notebook open, filled with writing aside.
"Do you have a partner or are you skating alone?"
She asked him, just for fun. It wasn't part of the process of paying and everything.
Met took them and smiled at her cheeky question. "Well, I was hoping that a lovely lady would join me," He hummed back as he smiled up at her.The booth was relatively large, so he found himself looking up at her. It was a nice change. He wasn't really this flirty type of guy, but he did enjoy his occasional tease.
Looking around, acting like she was looking for someone
"Hmm, I don't see anyone!"
She says with a little giggle. She usually did like someone flirting with her, but for some reason, she kind if enjoyed it.
She could skate, there was only two other guys here, so she decided it was fine.
"Well, then maybe I can ask the lovely lady I'm looking at now!" He decided, smiling. "I'll need someone to help me up when I flop over." And to save me from a bit of embarrassment… He kept his soft smile on as he watched her look around and joke with him. He was almost sure she was a great skater, because who would work at a skating rink if they weren't?
"Oh? Well… I guess"
She says with a sarcastic sigh. Slipping on a pair of her own roller blades, she skates out of the booth, twirling around to meet his gaze.
"Can you skate?"
She asked him with a mischievous smile.
Met giggled and moved to follow her. "I used to skate a whole lot a few years ago. I just hope I'm not too rusty." He sat down and put on his skates, humming softly. He stood up slowly, wobbled a little bit, but managed to make it over to the rink.
"Come on!"
"Oh! Okay!"
She says racing to the rink, circling around to see him, he was so tall! She seemed to forget that so much. His soft smile was rather reassuring to her. She was glad she felt comfortable around him.
"So why'd you skate a few years ago? Just for fun?"
She asks him while gliding on the floor, her hair flying all over the place. The music was playing, but it was a little louder than she thought she turned it to.
He slid into the rink hesitantly, and didn't instantly fall on his bum like he expected. Better yet, his feet seemed to remember what to do as he started with the flowing motion of moving, and soon he was racing around the rink with her, smiling bright as his dark hair flew.
"I used to skate for competitions," He breathlessly said as he flew past her, laughing. "Try and keep up!" He got really good at it, mostly because the competitions he entered so long ago gave cash prizes. He expected to be like a giraffe on rollerskates (literally), but was quite the opposite!
Laughing a bit, and impressed by what he was telling her, she skated around him, keeping up with him, and sometimes circling around him.
"I'm impressed! I'm guessing you liked it?"
She says twirling around a few times then skating backward, skating right in front of him. She was bound to fall, but it was fine… She fell so often she didn't care anymore. And not just skating, walking up the stairs, sitting down in a chair, walking down halls, and climbing trees. She was a pro.
Met spun around her when she skated in front of him, trying to slow him down. He himself turned and tapped her shoulder with a small laugh. "I think so. It's pretty cool my feet remember what to do. Mostly because it was all I did when I was a kid." He glanced behind him and turned back around, trying to go fast again. He wanted to challenge her to a race, but he wasn't as fast as he was all those years go. Yet.
"Hey, if you give me a discount or something, I might come here more often!" He said as he zoomed by her again.
"Done"
She immediately says to him with a laugh as she falls down, slamming on the floor. Looking up at him even more now, she knew she was going to fall sooner or later. It was just a matter of time.
Sitting up, Laughing a bit, she just lays back down on the floor for a little bit with a sigh and a smile.
"The floor really is cold…. I keep on forgetting thst until I skate."
Met stopped suddenly, and he himself flopped down near her with a laugh. He may or may not have done it on purpose to make her feel less left out. He stood up, his knees and legs aching already but he stuck his hand out for her to take as he held on to the wall.
"Yep, floors are cold, CC, I think you should remember." He laughed softly again.
"Well, what can you do!"
She says with a laugh, grabbing his hand. Her head hurt a little bit, along with the bruise, that hurt worse than her butt landing on the cold hard floor. But she was enjoying herself alot, pushing all of her problems away.
Met laughed and supported her until she caught her balance, leading her to the wall before shooting off again with a laugh. "Come and catch me, CC!" He called across from the rink, moving around smoothly, spinning in circles. He almost looked like an ice-skater by the way he danced across the floor. He was the pinnacle of grace.
"Oh? Game on!"
She yells as she too shoots across the rink. She definitely wasn't as good of a skater as he was but she was having fun. Losing her balance every now and then, but she finally caught up to him, grabbing the hem of his shirt, for him to notice that she caught him, and trying to keep her balance.
Met giggled and turned around when he felt her grab his shirt, skating backwards for a bit as he smiled at her. "Hi! It's nice of you to catch up with me." He turned back around and continued skating in circles. but one of his feet caught hers, and they both went flying back. She landed on the plush middle of his stomach, and he landed hard on the floor with a grunt. Her stomach pressed against his jutting ribs as they slowly stopped moving from the momentum, leaving their faces very close as they panted for air.
(Spicy ;))
Suddenly, she felt like her life flashed before her eyes while she fell. Looking up at him, they were closer then she thought she was. Her face immediately turned red, but she didn't dare move an inch. To captivated by his face. It was even more attractive up close. His eyes, even though they were a bit dark, the lights flashing around the room looked as if they were dancing in his eyes. Her eyes floated down to his lips, they looked so soft, but breathing hard, which she wasn't surprised by, in fact she was to. She smelled of cotton candy, with her hair a little bit in her face, her clouded eyes snapped back to his eyes, (hopefully) before he noticed he looking at his lips.
He didn't know what to think about. Were he to think about the way their legs were tangled because of the fall? How red and hot his face was as their noses touched and their breaths mingled together? Think about her soft silver hair touching his cheek, or the scent of her perfume gently tickling his nose? He was glad he took a shower and brushed his teeth before he came. His breath was minty and fresh as it tickled her lips, and he had that musky smell that was attached to the sweater he gave her to wear. He didn't want to move, but something was screaming at him that he was there for too long, and she might take him for some kind of creep. He noticed her gaze flick back into the depths of his icy blue eyes from his lips, but didn't care, mostly. He had other things about her on his mind.
Frozen, not knowing what to do in the slightest. He smelled so nice, she loved mint. The more she looks into his eyes, the brighter they seemed to get. Maybe just from that high up all of the time, she thought they were brown or black, but now as they were face to face, she felt like she was closer to his face than five seconds ago. Was it that she couldn't move? Or did she not want to move. She felt as if time was frozen, both of them… Not moving an inch made her heart beat faster and faster. Her legs tangled up in his, it made her feel so tiny, which she was compared to him. Her tiny body on top of him, their bodies oressed against eachothers, she felt this sudden urge, but what was it? She couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Met didn't know what to think anymore. Every thought racing through his head just blew away with the wind as quickly as he could sneeze. Their eyes were locked on each other, and he could only stop his eyes from flicking back and forth in hers. He wanted to point out each little speckle to distract himself, but found himself sucked into the soft, small gaze of the other. His arms felt like they were chopped off and flung somewhere, he didn't know where they were and he couldn't feel them. But, again, every thought melted away and let him relax. His body was still tense along the floor but his mind was calm and eerily quiet.
(I'm just like KISS GOSH DARNIT)
she really didn't want to move, but afraid he wanted her to get off, she only sat up, looking down at him still, she was dazed. Not knowing what to do.
"I'm sorry…."
She says looking down noticing she was still sitting on him, just not laying on him. She's never… Done this before, but a million things and possibilities that could happen was racing through her head. After whatever this was, she was definitely going to write about it. It seemed almost… Romantic to her.
looking into each other's eyes as they're lips almost touched, maybe even having the chance to brush up against each other. He sits up, making here also sit up. Her face a hot burst of all sorts of shades of red, they sat up so smoothy, looking as if it was choreographed perfectly like a dance. Their lips got closer and closer as they brushed upon each other, her hair smelled of vanilla as he breathed the beautiful scent in.
She definitely had to write this down. She was such a hopeless romantic, she had to write down every single romantic thought she had, she just couldn't help it.
(That was her thoughts lol, just in case that was confusing. That was what she was thinking that she would write down later.)