To show shyness, embarrassment, or shame by becoming red in the face.
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Raphael heads towards the ice rink, his eyes narrowed slightly as he runs. He told his family that he was going out with Casey for the evening, something they bought faster than Michelangelo can down a pepperoni and peanut butter pizza.
When he gets to the rink, he finds that the front door has been unlocked and propped open with a chunk of loose concrete. There's a sign on the glass stating that the rink will remain closed after certain hours and Raphael smirks when he remembers that Casey and April are the reason behind the rule. He opens the door, throws the chunk of concrete as far away as he can, and lets the door close behind him as he disappears into the arena.
The sounds of soft music reaches him, guiding him to the rink with a small smile on his face. He shoves open another large door and enters a large, chilly room filled with bleachers and the infamous ice ring. Taylor sits right in the front row, guitar in her lap, fingers dancing.
"But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms,
And if you like having secret little rendezvous,
If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do,
Baby, I'm perfect.
Baby, I'm perfect for you."
She tickles the strings and flips her hair a bit as her laugh echoes in the cool air.
"And if you like midnight driving with the windows down,
And if you like going places we can't even pronounce,
If you like to do whatever you've been dreaming about,
Baby, you're perfect.
Baby, you're perfect.
So let's start right now."
"Is that One Direction?" he calls.
Taylor nearly jumps out of her skin as she leaps to her feet and spins around, guitar aimed like a baseball bat. Her cheeks turn pink and she lowers the instrument, a pout forming on her lips as she scuffs her boot against the ground.
"No," she answers.
He flashes a cheeky grin and saunters closer. "Are you sure? Because my sisters like them and I'm sure I've heard—"
"Bien vale!" She rolls her eyes. "It's catchy. Shut up." When his laughter rings in the air, her blush disappears and she finds herself smiling as she tucks her guitar away. "Anyway, you ready to ice slide?"
He shrugs. "As I'll ever be, little miss rockstar."
She dashes over to the boards and hurdles herself over, a grin on her face as she plants her feet on the smooth ice. Raphael trails after her, eyeing the rink with wary eyes.
"Ever done this before, Raph?" she asks as she turns back to face him, hands resting on the boards.
He shakes his head and stares down at the skate-scuffed mats beneath his feet. "No, I've just seen Casey do it."
"This'll be fun then because I'm super unbalanced," she says. She pushes her foot off the ice and slides a bit, making her giggle.
He snorts and hops over the boards, perching on them for a second. "You? Unbalanced?" He drops to the other side. "That's hard to believe."
"If the ground is solid and not slippery, I'm all good," she points out, turning around and flashing a smile.
Raphael returns the gesture, but it fades swiftly when he looks down at the ice again. It's cool against his feet and his hands hold tight to the boards, keeping him planted. If he lets go, he could embarrass himself, but on the other hand, he could be afraid of nothing and kill it out there. He imagines Taylor's impressed look and his decision is made.
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