[it's the red hair that catches his attention first. Honestly, there's something about the innocent awkwardness that reminds him instantly of Willow. He stops in his tracks, watching her uncertain reactions and taking in just how lost she looks before he ambles over, hands in his pockets]
Try shuffling your feet. If anyone asks, you can tell them you were ice skating.
[action...after she's been rescued?]
Try shuffling your feet. If anyone asks, you can tell them you were ice skating.