We finished the last drop of our pint at exactly eight thirty p.m. The waitress took it upon herself to fix the rest of the pizza on a doggie bag, they had great service and for that we left a big tip. She handed us our doggie bag and we were out of our way.
"I had fun." It was undeniable that I did.
"Oh no," Sara says, looking at me with a smirk, "this date's not over. Do you know how to skate?"
"Skate? I've owned roller blades when I was six and I used them up until my feet grew and it couldn't fit anymore, do you?" My naive question made me feel stupid as her question reveals the next agenda.
"On ice, I mean."
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We walked a bit far from the pizza parlor and surely far from the car. The cold was dreadful at this time of night, it was at its peak and I was starting to go numb. "Just
