I put my hands in the pockets of my black blazer and wiggled my toes in my boots. The weather was nice, around 50 degrees. I was going to meet Jake here, we would talk and walk and other things like that. Maybe look at the scenery, or his face. Either or, though I had a feeling what I'd be looking at more. Last time I was really with him was when we went ice skating. I got knocked over. It wasn't the funnest thing that has ever happened to me.