Jack's response is about the last thing I'm expecting and I very nearly trip over my own feet when he drops a hand on my shoulder. My face must be bright red and I barely even register the look of shock on Melissa's face before I'm giving a stilted sort of nod and hurrying toward one of the nearby benches.

I'm not sure if I should make any sort of deal out of it. Probably not. If Jack isn't freaking out about it, I definitely shouldn't be.

"You're probably so used to stuff like that it doesn't even register anymore, aren't you?" I say instead though my ears still feel hot. I drop down onto my usual bench and kick off my sandals before opening my bag to pull out my skates. "She was nearly throwin' herself at you!"