“Okay, just let me carr—” In the blink of an eye, she’s snatching my stick from under my arm, checking my shoulder as she skates toward the puck, then slaps it directly into the net. “Yesssss.” Lennon throws her arms in the air like she just scored the game-winning goal, a cheeky, shit-eating grin turning her pink lips up in the corners.
okay girl that was clever
