Celia blinked. "Of coarse there is."
"Dude, you must not really know what real skating is about." the clerk said.
"Hey Erik." she said.
"Dude, skating is like an angel finding their wings. It's pure bliss to pull off a grind"
"Or a flyfish." Celia added with a smile. She looked at Peter. He still didn't know anything about her ice skating or being a ballerina in the past and if ANgel had told him. Well, I coouldn't put that here. . .you know, rated R.
PR: Rated R for violence if he told Peter about it.
Red: A type of skating move. You just have to see it.
Anyways, Celia turned to Peter. "Well, since I obviously won't be skating for a while, anywhere you want to go?" she seemed extremely depressed that she won't be skating. She looked at a set of inline skates and gingely touched them.
"They're yours, if you want." Erik said from her side startling her slightly.
"Thank you."