Drabble Shuffle Challenge
Pairing: Eli Adams/Kayleigh Masters
Song: I Was Made For You - She & Him
When I saw you smile,
I saw a dream come true.
So I asked you, maybe,
Baby, what you going to do?
Because I have been waiting for a long, long time,
For a boy like you.
I won't be waiting anymore because I know:
Baby! Baby! I was made for you.
He isn't the best ice skater in the world. Hell, he was just doing this for his brother because his instructor had quit the week before and his leg was just a little too broken for skating lessons, leaving the ice rink owner to turn to his little brother to pick up the slack. Just for the week, please? I know you're on vacation from work, but it's like three hours a day, okay?
Okay. He had said, he'd do it. Of course, that was about a year ago. He ended up staying on for weekends. He was just showing the little kids how to get moving on the ice, for the birthday parties. He liked kids. It was easy.
Well, it was usually easy, except currently one of the moms was heckling him from the sidelines.
"You're doing that all wrong." She quips, watching him hold onto her little girl's hands, moving slowly backwards while the girl moved her legs a bit in an attempt to get some momentum.
She would have been cute if it wasn't for the frown on her face. Hell, never mind. She was cute regardless, but the frown wasn't giving her anything special.
"Would you like to step out onto the ice and show me how it's done, then?" He asked, politely enough, before letting go of the girl's hands. Off she went, slowly, joining the group of five year olds who were playing tag on the ice as best as they could. He watched her get touched and the others scattered in a wobbly formation, and she went after them exactly as wobbly.
"Well, it looks like she's got it." The red haired woman sniffed, eyes tracing the same path as his. "You're doing it wrong, though. You shouldn't just pull them around."
He shrugged, leaning against the rink. "Ma'am, I just do this on weekends. I don't even get paid. It's basically a favor to my brother, who owns the place."
She raised a brow slightly. Her mouth opened to say something-- probably some disparaging remark-- before her little girl skated up and grabbed on hand onto his jacket, the other onto the side of the rink.
"Momma, can we come back?" She asked, looking up at her with the same big brown eyes that her mother possessed. Cute.
When he looked back up at her mom, she was smiling. "Sure, Maya." She said, leaning over and brushing a hand over her cheek. The girl beamed at her mother's touch before turning back to skate back to the others.
Eli crossed and uncrossed his arms over his chest. "Such an improvement."
"It's not hard to say that the fact she's not falling straight onto her face like she was earlier an improvement."
"No, I meant that smile you gave her. Such an improvement on that frown." He grinned, shuffling slightly on the ice as she flushed a pale shade of pink.
"Flattery will get you nowhere," she paused, mid sentence, thinking. He had said his name when the short skate lesson for the five year olds began. "Ellis." She finally said.
"You can call me Eli. Is there anything you go by, or do you prefer ma'am?" He asked, feeling a bit satisfied that she had, at the very least, remembered his name.
"Kayleigh." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Kayleigh Masters."
The name sounded familiar, but he couldn't place a finger on it. "How about you join me on the ice, Kayleigh."
She shook her head. "No, thank you."
He shrugged his shoulders, pushing himself from the wall, moving backwards. "Suit yourself. I'll be out here if you need to find me."
When he got far enough out, he thought, well, maybe he was being crazy, but he could have sworn she smiled again. At him.
