Andi:
Ugh, you and your surprises…hurry up! I’m about to turn into the human version of an icicle.
I do my best to quiet my head, trying to focus on the good news I was just given instead of the idea that my past and present will literally be colliding three feet in front of me tonight. Snow begins to fall, and as I rest my head against the glass, I watch as it accumulates against the cold surface.
There is something about the snow that I’ve always loved. It seems to slow the city down and wrap it in magic, turning it into a picturesque postcard. Waking up to untouched blankets of white is one of my favorite things, especially this time of year. With the holidays right around the corner, a December snow seems to add to the enchantment and nostalgia of the Christmas season.
“It’s snowing,” the driver says.
“I see that.”
“I’m Stella, by the way” she says, turning to face me when she comes to a stop at a traffic light.
Her round face glows from the surrounding brake lights. She’s a middle-aged woman with pink curls that jut out below a hand-knitted hat. The pale skin on either side of her violet eyes creases when she smiles.
“Claire.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” she says, turning back to face the road ahead. She’s wearing a thick brown coat, and when she taps her fingers against the steering wheel, I notice worn, knitted, fingerless pink gloves on each of her hands. A pink moon shaped crystal is knotted into twine hanging from her rearview mirror with a small gold star charm at the base.
“You know, some believe the snow can make anything happen. Maybe it’ll bring you some luck tonight.” There’s a wistful tone to her speech.
“Maybe.” I shrug, my shoulders relaxing. “I know I could use it.”
“Just believe and it’ll happen,” she says, turning to wink at me over her shoulder.
She lets out an unnerving laugh and then turns back to face the street ahead. I don’t know what it is about cab drivers in this city, but they’re always so strange.
The next ten minutes are spent in silence with my head up against the window. The snow is really starting to come down. Large flakes hit the glass and stick to the sidewalk.
My phone chimes, and I swipe up to find another text from my sister.
Andi:
Hello???
Andi:
Do I need to send out a search party? Where are you and why didn’t you text me back?
Sooo dramatic…I’ll be there soon. Traffic is awful.
Andi:
Please hurry. I’m going to be pissed if we miss watching them warm up. My whole feed is hockey players stretching, and I want to see it in person.
What happened to swearing off all athletes? LMAO! Weren’t you just saying yesterday that you were done sleepingwith Isaac?
Andi:
Just because I have no desire to end up with an athlete doesn’t mean I can’t look at an athlete who has a nice ass!
Andi:
Also, Isaac and I are done.
Sure you are!
Andi:
