He bends over to pull on his skates and lace them up over his joggers. One thick lock of hair falls down over his forehead and he brushes it back with a thin, fine boned hand. He’s tall, the same height as me if his stats can be trusted, but he’s young and hasn’t quite put on all the muscle that comes with age and hard work. He’s probably fast on the ice, but sitting here he just looks delicate and young.
