HOLLY
Evan is holding my hand as I fumble my way around the rink. I feel like a baby, learning to walk for the first time. Or a zombie, all stiff-legged and totally lacking coordination.
"I'm so bad at this," I complain with a laugh. "I thought we were going sight-seeing?"
"I just had this vision of teaching you to skate," he says. "Hang in there. It gets easier."
"I don't know about that." I look down at the skates. "I'm used to my running shoes."
"Do you still run?" he asks as he moves behind me, his hands at my waist to hold me steady. "Try not to lock your knees. Just let yourself move like you normally would."
"I do, yes. Every day almost. It really helps me decompress."
"Did you start running for any specific reason?"