Watching the way he glided around the ice, elegantly and smoothly, made Dave feel downright embarrassed. Not that he showed it on his face, of course.
His feet moved flawlessly, his hands were graceful as they kept his balance and his head looked onward, a goofy, buck-toothed smile adorning his pale face. Under the floodlights of the rink, even his sky-blue eyes looked perfect as they glittered behind his glasses.
“Come on, Dave!”he called, sliding gently to a halt in front of him. “You were the one who wanted to go skating and show me your ‘awesome skills’, but you haven’t even gotten onto the ice yet!”
“Yeah, well maybe if you hadn’t just dashed on as soon as your boots were fastened! Those things are pretty tough, y’know!”he replied, mentally cringing at such a pathetic excuse. Not as pathetic as his real excuse, though.
It was true that he was the one who called his dorky, yet adorable, excuse of a friend, insisting