It was, I suppose, a second date.
Laura and I went to Rice for some hot food to keep us from the bitter cold. She stared into the eye of the blizzard yesterday, and the blizzard flinched first – she walked into work. What a trooper! She takes no shit.
The cider in Knott was so tasty, and I was enjoying myself so much, that we decided to skip the film, and carry on drinking instead. Later we walked home between the tower blocks, throwing snowballs at each other.
At the top of College Road we lingered, a moment away from a kiss goodnight. A moment away…