Sore, Cold Feet [[Paris]]

[Chris Canter]

Liz had been mad this morning, because Chris hadn't gone ice skating with her yesterday as planned. So here Chris was waiting around for her younger sister and the girl was no where in site.
Not to mention her feet were starting to get sore from having the ice skates on for so long, and then there was the fact that her toes were slowly going numb.
She ran a hand through her hair as she brushed some of those blonde waves out of her face and moving, she did a layback spin, her hands in front of her to the point where the tips of her fingers were touching in an 'o' shape, and slowly she moved back, standing up straight and skating again.
A pair of light brown corduroy pants were worn on the female as well as a Dolce & Gabbana top.
A light pink shirt was worn, the elbows of the sleeves had a tiny poof on either side, and it was very low cut, in a square shape, and the angles of this square shape were rounded.
A black lacy shirt was the first layer under the pink on, followed by a pale pink one which was folded a bit, this way it covered her, too the point where she wouldn't be baring all as she would've been if it had just been that light pink shirt.
Over her shirt was a long black coat, reaching about down to the female's knees, and as she wore it half-way closed. Though the bottom of it would still whip around a little bit as she skated.

[Aiden Gallara]

It had been a long day, very long day and Pairs needed time to go out and think.
So he went to the ice rink.
Weird, but he highly doubted he'd see anyone he knew.

Pulling on his black ice skates, he stood up and started going around the drink.
His hands were in the pockets of his black leather Armani jacket, that was opened to reveal a red Lacrosse polo and a black shirt under it.
His dark blue Disel jeans hung loosley over his skates, as he picked up speed.

Paris had a lot on his mind, mostly girls.
he had been messing up latley.
But how? He was Paris!
The sexy, charming guys.
Where did he go wrong.

Catheryn and her boyfriend started dating again.
Which sucked because he really started liking her a lot.
Then Megan pretty much hated him, but he didn't really know her but she was cute.
Then Mercedes, the girl he's had a crush on forever, has decided to fucking ignore him.
What the hell?

He kept skating, looking up he saw a pretty blonde, but he didn't know if he should say anything to her.
She must be there with a guy.
Just his luck.

[Chris Canter]

Chris came to a stop and stop off to the side against the wall as her phone rang from her coat pocket.
Pulling the sidekick out and pressing the button to answer it she brought it up to her ear after seeing it was Chris. Several minutes later a now slightly annoyed Chris returned her phone to her pocket.
Liz was running late she said, but she was going to be there. Seriously...she probably wouldn't be here until it was about time to close and then her excuse would be something lame like well so and so did this and that and I got stuck in traffic just because Chris got stuck at work yesterday.
Seriously, what was she supposed to say, hey Maggy, I know I have a dead line tomorrow, but you see I promised my younger sister I'd go ice skating with her.
And then Maggy would not only fire her but probably kill her too.

[Paris Hamilton]

Paris watched as the blonde went off to the side and pulled out her cell phone.
She looked frustrated as she talked to the person on the other end of it.
As she hung up, Paris finally decided to go talk to her.
It didn't look like anyone was with her, well not yet at least.
Plus what was the worse that could happen.

Skating over to her he gave her a nice smile.
"Hi, I'm Paris." he said holding out his hand for her to shake.
"What's your name?"
Maybe this day wouldn't be to bad after all.

[Tony Dolce Miele]

Chris's gaze shifted over to the guy as he began speaking to her.
He was cute, she'd give him that. And the fact that some attractive guy decided to introduce himself made her feel a little better.
Wait...a guy making her feel better. Lame Chris, lame.
"Chris." she replied as she took his hand that he'd offered her. "Nice to meet you.." she added then, as her other hand moved up to her head as she tucked back some blonde hair.

[Paris Hamilton]

Paris grasped her hand in his.
"Very nice to meet you, Chris."
She was really pretty, he had a thing for blondes.
Well blondes and brunettes.
Damn it, just pretty women.

"So, what brings you here today?" he asked, letting go of his hand.
Yeah lame question, but it was all he could really think of.
Wow, what has happened to poor Paris?

[Tony Dolce Miele]

Her eyes brows raised slightly at his question. He really shouldn't have asked.
But she'd control herself when answering, despite the fact that she was oh-so-annoyed with her sister.
"I was supposed to meet my sister...though she's obviously not here...and I think she's just trying to get me back for not showing up yesterday." she finished. Though she had work..but she didn't need to add that...she'd already said too much, thus she fell silent.