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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][font=calibri][color=white]Bedisa mumbles something to herself that he can't hear and follows the road signs. It said 'Sommad Named Ice Rink'. She takes a left.

    [justify][font=calibri][color=white]"I didn't say anything." she mutters, parking. She unbuckles and rolls her eyes at Miguel.

    "Ooh, secret secret...I see~" Miguel unbuckled, opening the door and hopping out the car. He looked up at the building where the ice rink was. "Woaaaaah...c'mon, let's go inside!" He said, running towards the door.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][font=calibri][color=white]"Fine, fine!" she said, giggling. Bedisa gets out and locks the car. She races after him.

    He opened the door and took one step inside, and then slammed the door again. "IT'S FREEZING FORGET IT." Miguel exclaimed with wide eyes. Cold was not his thing, he prefered the baking heat any day.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][font=calibri][color=white]"Lighten up Miguel! Do you wanna wear my pink and bow bedecked jacket?" she teases, laughing.

    "Hm, it's not really my style...but it's way too cold in there, I'll surely die." After a few seconds he decided to try again, stepping into the building. "Ayyyy...tan frío..." He complained. "I guess maybe ill get used to it..."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][font=calibri][color=white]"Look, we can ask if they sell men's jackets. Come on, silly." Bedisa said, taking his hand and dragging him with her.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][font=calibri][color=white]"You come from where it's closer to the equator. I come from further. It'd be fine if you got a jacket." she says, still dragging him.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][font=calibri][color=white]"Someone knows me well! Okay, there's a little stand over there." Bedisa says, stopping at the place. A nice, slightly chubby looking girl was running it.
    "Hi, I'm Lizzy! I'm assuming you need a jacket for your shivering friend?" she says, laughing.
    "Yeah, you're pretty accurate. Miguel, what size are you?" Bedisa asks him, pulling out her wallet.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][font=calibri][color=white]"If you insist." Bedisa said, shrugging. Lizzy laughed.


    "7.99 for a small, thank you!" the cashier says, nodding.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][font=calibri][color=white]"Alright, 2.45 is your change, thank you!" Lizzy said, taking the bill and giving him the jacket and change.


    Bedisa tightens her jacket and smiles at Miguel.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][font=calibri][color=white]"Okay." she said, hoping she didn't look stupid in front of Miguel. She follows him.