{A Chance to Skate With You}
@ofcursesandsins
Jem glanced down at the crumpled paper in his hand and back up at the brightly lit sign outside of the building.
“I guess this is it.” He hefted his skating bag onto his shoulder and pulled the door open. Inside, he wrinkled his nose at the stale smell of sweaty and damp equipment.
Right. His coach, Henry had warned him this was a hockey arena. Trying to breath as little as possible, he walked down the row of changing rooms until he came to the number Henry had given him. He pushed the door open and was relieved by the fresher scent. Clearly this change room had been cleaned.
Henry’s stuff was in a pile in the corner so Jem went ahead and took off his winter clothing, slipping into his form-fitting practice clothes instead. He did his usual stretching routine and slipped on his gloves. He laced up his skates, and making sure his skate guards were on tightly, he walked to the arena.
The hockey players were still on the ice. The rink would need to be smoothed over quickly before he could start practicing. On cue, a door opened and a Zamboni lumbered onto the ice, effectively signalling to the hockey players that their time was over.
