#miranali

“I could have broken my ankle! How am I supposed to dance if I’m hobbling around? Hobbling isn’t sexy,” Mirage insisted, propping her leg across her girlfriend’s lap so she could take her skates off. “Is it swollen? Am I bleeding? Do we need to go to urgent care?” 

She exhaled deeply as she took off Mirage’s skate. “You’re so lucky you’re pretty,” she muttered under her breath. Out loud, she replied, “you’re fine, not a bruise or a scratch.”

“You don’t think I need an ice pack or anything?” 

Denali pinched the bridge of her nose, reminding herself how much she loves her girlfriend. “Go return your skates before I tie you to the zamboni,” she instructed as she put her own back in her bag and slid into her sneakers. 

“Hey, don’t be rude,” she pouted, “¿Todavía quieres que te lance más tarde?” Given the amount of time Denali spent working with kids, developing the system of speaking in Spanish whenever they had something ‘adult’ to say to the other in public became an easy one to maintain. 

That was enough to make her put her hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. Go on, I don’t want you to hurt your poor leg any further.

Mirage decided a win was a win and returned her skates, walking back with her shoes on her feet and a triumphant smile on her lips. “Can we get hot cocoa from the snack bar before we leave?”