( she is at the rink, on a temporary break while she catches her breath, slurping down an energy gel. panting, sweaty. at his text, buffy looks up into the seats like a deer in headlights, spotting him easily. it's difficult to miss riley finn.
I don't think I ever said that, should we roll back the tape?
( let's see the replay! and after a second, turns to the unlit scoreboard. )
7.7. 8.9. Ooh, 4.5. It's always the Russian judge. ( he takes each step down to the edge of the rink, resting his forearms on it. ) Morning, Ms. Giles.
That's not in my job description, but I'm sure I'll assimilate something from your training.
( He actually thinks ice skating is quite an elegant sport. )
I'll be comfortable. ( He stands back up, crossing his arms. He knows she won't give him a straight answer, but, if she gives him anything t all, that's something. ) You and your brother?
( Being blunt like a knife gets you answers faster than playing at being the observers. He needs to know who holds what cards. And he needs to be ready. Buffy will make his job harder. The discomfort he inflicts on her early will pay off after earning her trust. )
I'm sorry about your mother. ( And that she gets with utter sincerity. ) Your dad stashed me away next to him, I just assumed your family was a packaged deal. ( And now? Time for flattery. ) I did do my research. Someone uploaded one of your free skates - and your short program. ( Probably from a few years ago. Still impressive. ) Did you always have Olympic aspirations?
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she throws him a middle finger. )
Get a life, Cap! I don't need to be babysat.
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( let's see the replay! and after a second, turns to the unlit scoreboard. )
7.7. 8.9. Ooh, 4.5. It's always the Russian judge. ( he takes each step down to the edge of the rink, resting his forearms on it. ) Morning, Ms. Giles.
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Nothing about me is a 4.5. Nothing about me is a 7.7, either. Learn something about ice skating and get back to me.
( she skates back, tossing a hand up in the air like a mock salute. )
Hi, Riley. We're partying tonight, so I hope you brought sensible shoes, as my dad likes to say.
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( He actually thinks ice skating is quite an elegant sport. )
I'll be comfortable. ( He stands back up, crossing his arms. He knows she won't give him a straight answer, but, if she gives him anything t all, that's something. ) You and your brother?
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Oh, that guy I've never met? Yeah, no, I don't think so. ( very bluntly, ) My mom just died. I'm not really looking for a new family at the moment.
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I'm sorry about your mother. ( And that she gets with utter sincerity. ) Your dad stashed me away next to him, I just assumed your family was a packaged deal. ( And now? Time for flattery. ) I did do my research. Someone uploaded one of your free skates - and your short program. ( Probably from a few years ago. Still impressive. ) Did you always have Olympic aspirations?