He pulls his helmet off and I immediately hold onto his hand tighter, afraid of him accidentally falling and cracking his head open on the ice. He scratches at his head and I watch the fall of his curls then realize a second later that he's staring at me, staring like he's trying to decide something.

My cheeks feel really, really warm.

He starts moving before I do and it's not far, but I have to move a little out of the way to make room for him, still holding onto one of his hands.

"Wow, you really want to?" I ask, flushing harder when I realize how pathetic that probably sounds. "Uhm. Goodness. Maybe... maybe this weekend? I normally work, but I could see about switching some hours. If you're free then, of course."