"Oh goodness, I hadn't even thought of that!" I admit, feeling my cheeks color with embarrassment.

Simon at least doesn't seem flustered at all and the DeMarco just gives a quick nod before pulling out three different pairs of hockey skates and a helmet. "We'll bring at least two of these right back," I tell him, grabbing one of the two pairs and nodding over at the benches situated only a few feet away.

I find an open locker close by and toe off my shoes, tossing them in along with my phone, wallet, and keys, and slip my padlock through the loop, but not yet locking it. "You can put your stuff in with mine once we get you skates that fit," I tell him before settling on the bench beside him to pull on my skates. "Make sure the helmet fits, too. I had a friend back in high school who hit her head so hard on the ice she swore brain fluid came out of her nose."