Kayla. Okay. She'd do her best to hold onto that. Ridgefield was a small world, but a big ass city. No guarantee she'd find her. Nothing she could do about it now, but she was being tasked with regaling the whole embarrassing story. Lora frowned at her plate, eyes closing for a second, a muted cringe. Okay, kiddo, buckle up.
She straightened up some, pulling in a big breath, eyes moving to his face with a dogged look. "So... I've been getting shitty sleep since I moved in. Some kind of adjustment thing I guess, and... figured I should just get out of the house. Decided to go skate. And just... as soon as I got there, I knew it was a stupid fucking idea." He knew what kind of shit could happen when she didn't get enough sleep first hand. "Then this chick shows up and starts to take my skates, and I fucking... yelled at her. God." She shook her head, completely ashamed. "Just like, "hey," and she got pissed off, and that was that at first. Then I was on the rink when she fell the first time, and I was feeling pretty shitty so I went to help her up, and then we both fell. Her eyes got all yellow and I guess it pissed off the hyena, and I just. Couldn't hold onto it."
She felt that same fear all over again. Flashback. Fearful for how fucking badly it could have gone, at any point. Could've shifted in the rink, could've killed someone. Could've killed Mateo. She was so fucking lucky.