"I'm home"
"Welcome home, we were starting to feel as though you weren't ever coming home," Angel's mother said relieved.
"I wouldn't leave you forever…of course I'd visit," Angel had said laughing.
"Oh haha, alright go clean up and we'll eat dinner"
"Okey doke."
Angel went up to her room and when she opened the door, there he was, the man with flaming red hair that challenged her earlier that evening.
"So this is where you live? Nice place."
"What now you're stalking me?"
"Actually I like the way you skate and I want you to be a part of team Sleeping Forest, even though it's up to Sora."
"Seriously?"
"Yea no joke."
"I don't even know who you are."
"Huh oh yea, the name's Spitfire."
"it suits you with the hair and all."
"I get that a lot."
"I wouldn't have guessed," Angel said and rolled her eyes.
"Angel time for dinner, let's go," Angel's father said yelling up the stairs.
"So your name's Angel, huh, you don't look like an Angel. More like an archangel, but I don't mean that in a bad way," Spitfire kinda juggled out.
Angel smiled, "yea yea I get that a lot."
"Angel come down here, it's rude to be so late," her father said and you could tell he was getting furious.
"I'm coming, give me a minute!!! Hey sorry but I do have to go."
"Yea I get it, think about my offer, k." Spitfire said goodbye and then left swiftly. Angel got cleaned up and then went downstairs.