Quinton Jasevelle
He nodded in agreement, following her out of the rink. Taking a seat on the same bench that he had left his shoes under, he unlaced his skated and set them to the side, pulling on his shoes instead. Standing back up, he stretched, letting out a yawn. After blinking a few times, he picked up his skates and returned them to where they got them. "Thanks again for taking me here." he spoke, turning back to her with a soft smile.










