There's My Skater | Request

                                    

                                          
Y/N POV:
I could've easily chosen a different spot to roller skate, but the mall has always my favourite place for it, I could put in my headphones and do laps around the hustle and bustle for hours on end without the weather or traffic constraining me. I felt free with my music blasting in my ears, my roller skates dashing around the fountains and various signs, the multi-coloured lights from the stores whizz by in a blur, nobody cared as long as I didn't cut it too close, and I could socialise without actually socialising. It was always a win-win. 
The beat of my favourite song pulses through my ears as I smile to myself, heartbeat kicking up speed as I skate faster from one side of the mall to the other. I'm usually focused and careful, but the sudden sight of a child walking along the water fountain and then falling in has my head swivelling behind me. I skid to a stop, but not quick enough. I slam into something- someone- hard, knocking me off balance until I'm flailing in a free fall. My arms windmill as the wheels of my skates roll, I'm going to fall. I close my eyes, bracing for impact, except it never comes. I crack open an eye, feeling strong arms holding me in a peculiar kind of dip, saving me from the pain of slamming onto the harsh floor. Sky blue eyes meet mine in an intense glare. I clear my throat, quick to right myself and straighten out my clothes as the muscled man does the same. 
"I'm so sorry, I don't usually knock into people," I rush out, glancing behind me once more to see the soaked child wailing, but they're safe and now being dragged out of the few inches of water, "I got distracted." I finish, turning back to the blonde man who's now arching his brow in question. He looks me up and down as I pull out a headphone, my music still blasting but I can hear fine. 
"It's alright," The man mumbles, his voice rough and sounding slightly irritated, "but you should be more careful. Are you alright, didn't hurt yourself, did you?" He asks, face softening for the briefest second as if protective. I shake my head, cheeks flaming at the awkward encounter. As soon as my answer is out the man takes a step back, lips pursing as he stares at me with that same intense look. I swallow, now noticing how attractive he is, but this isn't the right way to meet someone, so I doubt I'll pursue it. Instead I skate backwards, waving up a hand as I check if my path ahead is clear. It is. 
"Okay, well, uh, sorry again. Bye." I smile, already racing off with my heart beating out of my chest. I steal one more look behind me, but the crowd has swallowed up the man. I mentally kick myself for being careless, or maybe too caring since the circumstances were understandable? Either way, I decide that I don't want to accidentally bump into anyone else, so I head for the exit, hoping the sunny weather is still holding out. 

Leon's POV: 
I walk into the store I need to, but my mind isn't focused on getting what I need now. I'm distracted by that girl with the skates. I know it was all an accident, I saw the kid she must've been looking at seconds after the incident, which I'm thankful for since my mood went from pissed off to pure respect in zero point one seconds. I sigh, grumbling to myself as I scan the shelves for the thing I need. I must stand there for at least a minute in front of it, staring at the very thing I just need to pick up whilst I replay the memory of her slamming straight into me. My first instinct was to make sure she didn't get hurt, but the way she looked up at me...fuck. I'm not a teenager anymore, these crushy feelings should be way behind me. I grab the item, stalking to the counter to pay for it with my mood darkening by the second. 
I'm angry. Not at her, but at myself. I had more than enough time to ask for her name, or a phone number. Anything. Instead I acted like an asshole and completely messed up the encounter, it's been too long since I last felt a spark- even a flicker- of something romantic, and now the one time it happens I go and screw it up. I murmur a thanks once I've paid for my item, and decide that I'm not in the mood to visit the bookstore after all like I'd originally planned. As I walk through the bustling mall my eyes flick to every woman who has some resemblance to my mysterious mayhem of a woman, but none are her. I run a hand through my hair, internally cursing myself for still acting like this is some kind of rom-com. My life doesn't have these cutesy moments, yet I can't help but to yearn for another, I've been alone for too long, maybe I just need a quick date and a simple one night stand and I'll feel better. No, that doesn't sit right either, only because the thought of a date includes the same woman I'm trying to forget about. 
I exit the mall, heading towards the back of the car park to where my bike it, and lo and behold, there's my skater, spinning in circles as she gazes up at the sky. A hint of a smile tilts my lips at her carefree and fun persona, I wonder if she's always this positive and cheerful. I swallow, palms sweating as I keep walking, I could just keep my head low and pass quick, or I could take this second opportunity and possibly not fuck this up. There's no guarantees, but my life never has been a straightforward road. I take one last deep breath before stopping beside her, the woman notices me immediately, her eyes widening as she yanks out her headphones and comes to a stop. She smiles, her hair shining in the sunlight like a vision. 
"Long time no see," She lightly laughs, "did you need something?" She waits expectantly, eyes flicking across my face as her teeth tug on her lip. She's adorable. 
I relax my shoulders, hoping to look less intimidating to her smaller frame. "Yeah actually," I smile, "I didn't get a chance to ask your name?" She quirks up a brow, giving me an amused look before telling me and asking for my own. I introduce myself, holding out a hand which she takes without hesitation. "I know this is kind of weird, but I don't suppose you want to share contact details or something?" I ask, holding my breath and feeling like a twenty-seven year old idiot. Y/N's eyes widen as her jaw drops. 
"Are you serious?" Shit, wrong call. I hold my hands up, about to explain myself or beg for forgiveness but then her smile grows, and she nods, pulling out her phone. "Sure, I just...this hasn't really happened to me before." She tucks her hair behind her ear, showing me her number as I grab my own phone from my back pocket. I take a picture of it to save time and then show her my own. 
"Really?" I ask in disbelief, but then I realise that could sound rude, I rub the back of my neck, cursing under my breath at the hopelessness which is my flirting. "I'm glad I get the honour of being your first meet cute or whatever it's called." I say. 
Y/N snorts, holding back a grin as she shrugs and pockets her phone. "I'm glad too, you seem nice, but a little uptight. Don't worry, we'll work on it." She teases. I chuckle at her confidence, unsure if it's true or a façade, either way I know I'm definetly down for having more of her in my life, her bubbly and positive attitude is a contrast to my usual depths of guilt and frustration, maybe she'll be the one who can bring some vibrancy to my life once more. 
"Yeah?" I flirt back, "We could do something fun as a date? Maybe paintballing or laser tag?" I hope I've predicted some fun fun for her. Her eyes widen in surprise, her little mouth opening in an 'o' until she nods enthusiastically. 
"That sounds amazing! I've got to go, but I'll text you later, or you text me, whichever happens first," She rambles with a plastered grin, "I can't wait to see you again, I hope that doesn't sound too stalker-ish." 
I let out a small laugh, shocked by the foreign sound. "Sounds great. I guess I'll see you soon." I say, watching as she waves and skates away with vigour. I walk to my bike, leaning against it for a second as I gain my bearings. I have no idea what's just happened or who that version of me was, but I know that's the best I've felt in a while, and I'll be damned if I let this slip through my fingers.