This was a testament of trust, putting her life into the literal arms of her drunken partner while he saw it fit to soar across rooftops without giving her the chance to object. His way, pff. Dangerous is what it was, but she had to admit--and only to herself did she do this--that it had been exhilarating. And much faster than if she had driven them there. She landed steadily on her feet despite being unceremoniously dropped-- "Really?" she glared, fixing her hair. -- and walked away feeling even more invigorated. So, his way had not been a completely bad compromise.
Holding up the heavy boots she brought back with her, Violeta let out a light, silvery laugh to go with her good-natured grin. "Shoes do not work on ice, you must use skates. The blades are much more suitable for gliding." After handing him his pair, she led them through the happy crowd of patrons, young and old, to a vacant wooden bench that had a line up of shoes hidden beneath it. Pulling hers off, she stared out into the expanse of the frozen lake, snow dunes barricading the skating area. Once her skates were on--and she made sure to warn him that the rentals might not be the most comfortable--she tucked her shoes under the bench and stood up.
"Ready?" she beamed, holding her hands out to him.