Leah couldn’t say with absolute certainty whether she’d been here before Micah or if Micah had indeed been sitting there when Leah arrived, but that didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to let the other woman accuse her of stalking. To anyone else witnessing the little spat, it must’ve seemed funny. Two women accusing each other of stalking one another, while being hypocritical at the same time. For whatever reason, Micah brought out the immaturity in Leah. Unfortunately, it wasn’t endearing.
“I would never and have never and will never stalk you, Costanzo,” Leah replied with the utmost attitude. “You’re drunk off your ass and fucking delusional.”
She’d asked for that response, really. Acted smugly and the other woman returned in kind. Again, though, Leah was hardly going to admit that she was at fault for any of this. Micah was the one who always gloated, shoving her talents in Leah’s face and making her feel inadequate. As far as she was concerned, this was fair play. The scorn from Micah, however, raised her own hackles.
“A lot more than you’ve ever had,” was her only response to that.
Leah snorted. “Really? ‘Cause what I’m looking at right now tells me the only exercise you’re getting is from holding that bottle to your lips. Although, I suppose the effort you put into not falling over is a good workout for the abs.” She knew she was inviting comments about her own rounder physique, but it couldn’t be helped. Micah was a drunk waste of space and needed to know it.
“There are some skates in storage,” she informed the other woman, calling the obvious bluff. “Don’t know if any will fit you, but you can always check. Unless your balance really has gone to shit in the last few years. Wouldn’t be surprised.”
Leah gave the woman a taunting smirk. The split second of distraction caused her to overstep and she had to reach out quickly to right herself with the metal bars bordering the rink. She tried to make the move look casual, like she’d meant to do it, but her breath came just a little bit quicker, her heart pounding a little bit faster. This time last year, a fall wouldn’t have hurt much, but if she fell now, it wouldn’t be good.