He full on beamed at her. "It's pretty sweet, yeah." He'd been dreaming of it forever, so actually competing on a stage of that scale, and being paid to get an adrenaline rush in front of a crowd was awesome. As for trophies? "A few," he admitted. "Not as many as I'd like. I'm working on that." It wasn't all about the winning though, Lex. Given his Mum had poisoned him for even trying to qualify for the pro tour, he was just thrilled to be a part of it. "There's an event in London next month if you wanted to come along."

Dax? He was sure he recognised the name from Lex talking about him at school, which probably meant the kid wasn't so little. He returned the shrug, still disappointed although he really had no right to be. He just thought she actually enjoyed skating with him at school. "Only if you want to. I reckon you could still throw out an ollie or two. They say it's like riding a bike."

Not that he'd ever ridden a bike to know. He assumed she'd at least get the reference though.

He dropped his hand from his pocket, and rubbed his tattooed wedding ring thoughtfully. "What you hiding from?" A bit direct, perhaps, but there had to be something. This was Lex. Why wouldn't she want spare time? Why else would she circle the question like that?