Preview of what's to come!
Normally, Dean would've walked out. He didn't particularly feel like skating with anyone else tonight. But her laugh somehow captured him, and held him in the shadows as he continued to watch the magic scene. She was a simple woman, nothing glamorous about her, and certainly not the typical sexy goddess type Portman usually went after. But there was something elegant…and pure that made her utterly adorable. Her face was framed by cascading waves of auburn curls which bounced lightly against her back. His gaze swept what pleasant form he could make out under the black overcoat she wore, and down to her white figure skates. Her hands, covered in slightly dirtied white gloves clutched the hands of the boy who oddly reminded him of a very young Guy Germaine. He was giggling in his bright yellow snowsuit. It wasn't until the giggling stopped that he realized he had been discovered.
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