Once we were done acting like teenagers concerning the pictures, we headed back to the parking lot.
“Let’s go ice skating Antonio.” I babbled with enthusiasm.
“Did you learn how to skate when I was in Italy?” He said mockingly.
I rolled my eyes at him before replying, “No I didn’t. I have never gone ice skating before, and I’ve heard lots of people say it’s really fun, so I want us to go. I wanna experience it with you.”
“It’s fun if you know how to skate Irene. You don’t know how to and I definitely don’t know how to either.” He chuckled. “So how is it going to be fun if both of us suck at skating.”
“Even better. It’s better if both parties are both bad at it. The fun is watching each other make a fool of themselves Antonio. It seems like just the right mix of absurd and romantic
