Stupid Skates | Connor & Caden 

She was excited.  And nervous.  And a mix of everything else.  Technically, it was her first attempt at a date.  Or a social life.  You can pick.  Though she didn’t what to wear… they were going ice skating—territory no Floridian had gone before.  She decided on an old Christmas sweater, Old Navy jeans, and warm socks.  And a jacket—that was common sense, though.

She still had a while to wait.  She thought so anyway.  Changing only took five minutes.  Picking out an outfit took less time—for someone with Caden’s wardrobe, at least.

Her calculations were wrong.  Really off.  She figured that she had twenty-five minutes, maybe, to relax.  To watch TV or read or be fidgety.  In reality, she had time to see if she wanted to watch something on her DVR (thirty seconds), pick up a book, and discard it (seventeen seconds), and splash her face with water (one minute), before Connor came.  Only a minute, forty-seven seconds.  Not long at all.

Knockknock.  ”Hi.”  She didn’t really have anything else to say.

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