It was hard as hell to find roller skates for some reason. Roller blades, sure. Skate shoes? Not a problem...but she'd almost ended up calling an antique store for skates. Almost. She'd managed to talk a sporting goods store into actually looking when she'd showed up on lunch break on Monday.

She was harder to deny in person.

The damn things had spent in a day and a half tucked in her closet with leather softener. After all, she wanted to skate, not fight the skates the whole day. It was a wonderful distraction through the week though. Getting through her duties took longer than expected, and she'd apologized when she called...

...but she managed to be at Dilan's lab only an hour late with her backpack and skates dangling.