“Tuxedo Mask.”
They giggled.
Mira watched Kalmin grow up picture by picture. Then she landed on him when he was ten years old holding a bouquet of flowers on an ice rink. Instead of the usual hockey jersey, big-ass skates, zooming action shots she’s seen before, Kalmin was dressed in sequins.
“Oh, wow, I haven’t seen that photo in forever,” Kalmin commented beside her.
“You were a figure skater?!” Mira exclaimed.
Embarrassed, Kalmin rubbed his neck and bit his lip. “Yeah, I was for a bit. Wanted to try it out. I won first place in that photo.”
“That’s awesome dude,” Mira laughed. “You’re the best of both worlds. Elegance and power.”
Kalmin rolled his eyes. “I’m the furthest from elegant.”
Mira flipped through the pages more slowly to take in this cute little preteen skating lik
