#draftpicked

luckily, ronan wasn't the type to just stand and watch her embarrassment. by the time she'd collected her stuff from the boards and walked out to the rink's lobby she was met with an ice pack. "thanks," she smiled as the cold of the ice eased some of the physical ache. "i think i jammed it," annalise confessed. nothing felt broken, but it certainly hadn't felt good either. he was still holding the ice pack to her wrist. she gestured toward a bench with a nod of her head, "can we-um- sit down?"

"yeah?" annalise wasn't used to sharing her off-ice time with non skaters. it was true, she was a bit of a stickler about that, any rumors going around about her being particularly intense about off-ice were absolutely correct. she could absolutely understand why her off-ice was something to watch though. much of it was normal, ballet, cardio, and targeted workouts for the muscles skaters used most often, but there was also jumps. and that was hard to ignore. she was doing weighted singles trying to get her jumps as high as possible. but sure, maybe it was distracting to share your gym with someone who looked like tigger from winnie the pooh. annalise reached for her water bottle and took an amused sip. "i had no idea, i'm just working out like normal. not my fault you can't tune me out." there was only the two of them in the gym and while she wasn't used to sharing her space with prying eyes, she'd been doing her best to give ronan his space.