Distant Secret

Ice skating might just be the best idea I've ever came up with since I tricked a younger, naiver Sammy to do my farm chores for me by simply telling her that only big, strong girls could possibly handle the big, strong girl task of shoveling manure. 

To be honest, as much as it pains me to admit it, Adalia and I had never shared much common ground with each other. 

We didn't have a favorite TV series to binge, a favorite songs to bop our heads to, and most of our time involved with each other consisted of just small talks, an awkward moment here and there, before eventually ending with me with a significantly lower platelet count, and her curled up on the nearest comfortable surface somewhere slumbering away like a house cat.