Having been properly chastised, the overenthusiastic figure skater adopted the ever-popular "kicked puppy" look. Dane Provenzano was the reigning champion at giving the kicked puppy look. It probably had everything to do with the fact that he looked about twelve, and an underweight twelve-year-old at that. (Then again it could be the big brown eyes that got that wounded look...) At any rate, he was giving Myra the kicked puppy look, and then pointed at the door. "Come on!" he whispered, back to bouncing up and down. "I wanna take you for coffee before we go to practice!"
Knowing Dane, she probably needed it. Actually, anybody willing to put up with the overgrown twelve-year-old when he was hyper needed some sort of medal or something. He was that bad. He dangled his car keys from his left hand, thumb and forefinger pressed against the metal shaft. "I brought my car!" he continued, voice steadily rising despite having yet to leave the library. "It's a Spyder and I've had it for like six months but it makes this funny noise when I take sharp right turns and..." Oh yes. Dane Provenzano was quickly becoming the librarian's mortal enemy. Anesthesia: Making Friends and Influencing People Since '89. "Ooh, ooh, what size shoe do you wear? I might have a pair of skates you can use at Claire's!"