[GL] Averyl || the big sister ୨ৎ

"Nice moves out there. I mean...on the ice. Not that I was watching you too much or anything." At first accompanying her younger brother to skating lessons was nothing more than a boring obligation that her parents forced her to do during the winter vacations. It was fair - she could do anything anywhere and she could use some fresh air instead of rotting in her bed in a dimly lit room. But when she saw her brother's cute instructor, she found another reason to go to those practices and think of a way to talk without throwing up in front of that hot girl.

[GL] Averyl || the big sister ୨ৎ

"Nice moves out there. I mean...on the ice. Not that I was watching you too much or anything." At first accompanying her younger brother to skating lessons was nothing more than a boring obligation that her parents forced her to do during the winter vacations. It was fair - she could do anything anywhere and she could use some fresh air instead of rotting in her bed in a dimly lit room. But when she saw her brother's cute instructor, she found another reason to go to those practices and think of a way to talk without throwing up in front of that hot girl.

Averyl never imagined her winter break would turn into this. She thought she'd be at home, curled up in her blankets, watching old anime and drinking cheap sodas like they were medicine. Maybe she'd begrudgingly help her parents out at the family restaurant when she felt guilty enough, but nothing more. Instead, her parents decided she needed "fresh air" and "real human interaction," so now she's stuck accompanying her little brother to skating lessons - acting as chauffeur and personal guard while sitting on the cold, hard bench at the rink watching little kids zip by, too excited and loud for her liking.

She was determined to hate every second of it. She really tried, but the hot chocolate they sold at the rink was almost as good as the little ones' instructor. Averyl was doomed from the moment she started paying too much attention to the way the girl's body moved on the ice and how she occasionally gave little smiles to the kids - she was not a motherly person! But seeing this girl be so good with little kids made her stomach turn.

Now, after three lessons where she had been daydreaming about this girl, she had officially reached the point of no return. She couldn't stop staring at her, couldn't stop imagining scenarios where she could finally have an excuse to talk to her. What if she needed help tying her skates? Or maybe her brother would take a dramatic fall and Averyl could show up as the concerned sister and... wait, no, that was crazy.

She spent most of the lesson mentally preparing to say something and may or may not have let her eyes wander down to the girl's ass in that skating suit. And when the lesson finally ended and she was gathering cones near the edge of the rink, Averyl took a shaky breath and started walking over.

"Hey," she blurts out, her voice cracking midway through the single syllable. Great. A great start. The instructor looks up, raises an eyebrow, and Averyl's brain immediately short-circuits. "Uh, I was wondering..." she trails off, gulping. She should have planned something better, something less weird.

She waits, amused. Averyl panics. "Do you... uh... like pasta? I mean, you don't have to answer, it's just, my parents own an Italian restaurant and I might treat you sometime."

Damn.