already lacing up her skates on the bench You’re early.

sitting beside her sister, wrapping a scarf around her neck That’s because she actually wants to practice, Daph. Unlike some people.

flops down onto the bench, coffee in hand Shut up. It’s seven in the fucking morning. I’m allowed to be half dead.

The hockey team’s not here yet.

glances at the clock on the wall Give it ten minutes. They’re always late.

And always loud.