He begins to pull me along, and I alternate between staring at my feet and the smile on his face behind his visor. It's fun, even if I'm not controlling any part of it but staying upright, and the wind kicked up feels good on my face. Now and then, I make an experimental kick of a foot. I'm almost having too fun a time to let go of him, even though I know I'm meant to eventually, and when we glide by one of the bleachers I hear someone mention that the couple on the ice looks 'cute.'

I remember being a cute couple. I'm nothing special to look at, but Agatha is beyond lovely, and we looked good together. It doesn't even occur to me that they might be talking about Bitty and I until I realize the other pair on the ice couldn't be together.

"Do they mean us?" I ask Bitty, brow furrowed.