“I’m a little nervous. Maybe we could come back when I’ve practiced more in an empty rink.” “Nope.” I pop the P extra hard. “Look, it was either this or ‘dance on top of a bar’ from your bucket list. And all the bars open on Thanksgiving are gonna be sad and weird. I’d rather not put you on a bar top while divorced dad music plays on a loop and people are drowning their sorrows in beer.” She giggles and my entire body lightens.
