The voice that cut across the open air was loud and abrasive and Leah knew instantly who it was without even looking. She’d been balancing herself on one skate, the other just slightly off the ground, to prove that she could still do it. Hearing the voice, she set her other foot down and turned her head, rolling her eyes when she saw Micah sitting there watching her.
“Jeez. Stalk much?” A little over a week had passed since their first unfortunate meeting. It was bound to happen sooner or later, really, but Leah had sincerely been hoping for later.
“Yeah, I skate. I can do a lot more than that, actually.” She didn’t stop skating, but she did slow down a little. Mostly to gloat. Micah’s comment made it sound as though the other woman couldn’t skate. It was fun to shove things like that in her face.
Micah was drunk, obviously. The bottle was enough indication, but even without that obvious sign, Leah could’ve guessed from the way she swayed where she sat.
“A little exercise would do you some good,” she commented. “If you can put down the bottle for five seconds, that is.” Whatever made her a magnet for alcoholics lately, Leah wasn’t so sure she liked it.
The other people on the ice were looking in their direction now. Some of them were eying Micah and her bottle of tequila, while a few others were staring at Leah’s midsection, as if they had x-ray vision and could see her stomach through the layers she was wearing. She sighed quietly to herself. The rumor about her had to pass soon, right? A lot of rumors had been spread around lately. It was a wonder, really, that so many idiots actually believed them.
“What’s the matter? Shitty balance? That why you’re not skating?”