Danica Scott

        “Guess that’s going to change then. That is if you’re up for it. What’dya say Danica? Meet me at the skating rink?”

   "Sounds great--- I'll see you there."

        He laughs quietly, the ideas of places he’d go as a kid popping into his mind. "This is going to sound dumb—but how long has it been since you’ve been skating?”

A small laugh of her own falling past her lips.           "Middle school, probably."

         ”I’m glad you’re doing good— Oh, yeah I’m not busy. I was going to ask you the same thing, but you beat me to the punch.”

       "Oh, well I'd love to. Just name the place and I'll be there."

                  “Good—I wouldn’t want to interrupt you if you were doing something.—- I’m good though, thanks, how are you?”

      "I'm good---- are you doing anything?    I mean, do you want to do something?               If you're not busy, of course."