Patrick’s eyes turned to the side just to focus on the red spots of your cheeks; the way the tip of your nose scrunched with the cold of the day. It was winter — his favorite season of the year, it meant hot cocoa, days under blankets and cliché movies.
But not today — no, he had a better idea when he heard that the star attraction of Ottawa was open this year again; a seven kilometers long staking rink on the Rideau Canal. What was more romantic than this? Nothing.
Patrick thought it would be nice to take you on a date there, and so, he did. But truth was, tennis was alright... skating, on the other side? it was horrible for him and he had to hold onto you the whole time.
Not that you minded, it was actually hilarious. Especially when the man almost fell on his ass twice.
Patrick was thankful for the little shops lining the Rideau Canal, ones that usually sold warm wine, beavertails pastry and other winter confections — because it meant you both could rest a little while after skating like amateurs.
"What do you want to try? Just tell me and I'll pay, yeah?" Patrick asked you as you rested against the food truck’s counter.
Your choice fell on a beavertails with chocolate topping and Patrick followed your choice. It was messy and he laughed at you, wipping your chin. "You got chocolate there, dummy."