Jane
I couldn’t believe it. Of all the things to happen, getting stuck in the rink—with him—was not how I pictured this day ending.
The wind howled outside as if it was angry at the world, and the rain lashed against the big glass doors in erratic waves. We had made it to the front lobby, barely escaping a full-on soaking. The metal doors groaned every time the wind pushed against them. For a second, I wondered if the storm might just rip the roof off the whole place.
I dropped my bag on the bench near the vending machines and immediately went for my phone. I sat down on the ugly blue couch, pulling my hoodie tighter as I swiped the screen.
No bars.
“s**t,” I muttered, lifting the phone higher like a couple extra inches might help.
Austin glanced over from where he was wiping the wat
