for: @eastsofeden | esra + miles
"Wait, sorry--d'you mean that you can't skate, as in you've tried and just aren't good, or are you actually telling me right now that you've never been skating before like, ever?"
Oreo milkshake dribbled onto the table from the fries currently hovered in front of Esra's mouth, quickly abandoned in the face of the much more urgent matter at hand.
"Miles!" His lack of an answer was just as damning as if he'd given her one, doe-eyes growing even wider. "You're joking...you literally work at an ice rink!"
(As far as she was concerned, that was like being lactose intolerant and working at an ice cream shop, or at Disneyland but not being able to ride the rides.)
Still in disbelief, Esra popped her now soggy fries into her mouth and collapsed back against her side of the worn booth, head shaking as she processed this new information.
"You know what this means, don't you?"