Avalanche.
Who the hell named their kid Avalanche?
How incredibly odd.
Well… he was a snow yeti. Maybe that was, like, a thing for them. Snow-themed names.
“Do all your siblings have… snow-related names?”
“Yep. Tundra is the oldest. We weren’t very close when I was a kid because she’s so much older than me, but now, she’s one of my favorite people. Next is Blizzard, and our parents couldn’t have known it, but they picked the perfect name for her because when she’s angry… woooo, you better look out. Then we have Ice, but we call her Ice Cream, which makes her absolutely mad, and makes us do it even more.” He chuckled a little, and I couldn’t keep my lips from twitching.
He continued, “Flurry is the closest in age to me out of all my sisters, so we’ve always been close. And my younger brother is Glacier, and he’s probably my best friend in the whole world.”
My eyebrows grew with every name he listed. Wow. His parents really stuck with the theme, didn’t they?
I loved how he’d described his siblings so easily. It was clear that they were all close, which was pretty awesome, especially when they were hundreds of years old.
Before I could figure out how to formulate a response, the hostess interrupted us. “Right this way.”
I sighed in relief as I realized we weren’t going to have to wait with the rest of these people out here. Sweet.
I nudged Lanche in camaraderie.
“Good work on the reservation,” I whispered before I followed behind the hostess.
She sat us at a table for two in the far corner, and as I took in the low lighting, the twinkle lights hanging around the walls, the flowers in the vases, and the tealight candles softly flickering everywhere, I realized that everyone was right.
This place really was romantic as all hell.
We settled into our seats across from one another, and the first thing out of my mouth was, “My first name really is Dain.”
He blinked. “Um… okay.”
“Just… thought you should know. Also… your family seems cool, and I like your name. Well, I like both names—Lanche and Avalanche.”
“Really? Because people used to make fun of me growing up.”
I lifted a brow. “And how long ago was that? Three hundred years?”
His entire face flamed red. “Well… yes. I suppose so.”
“Well, there you go. Also, I wasn’t there three hundred years ago, obviously, but I would’ve kicked those little turd’s asses if they made fun of you for your name. It’s not like you picked your own name or something.” My eyes widened. “Wait. You didn’t, did you? That’s not like a snow yeti tradition or something, is it?”
He snorted out a small laugh. “Definitely not. My parents named me Avalanche as soon as I was born. They said I cried so much and so loud, they were afraid I’d start an avalanche.” He shrugged, looking embarrassed.
I held back a snort and hid a smile so I didn’t upset him.
To my surprise, he let out a laugh. “You can laugh. I know it’s ridiculous.”
I grinned at that. “I think it’s cute. I would love to see some pictures of a cute little baby Avalanche.”
He rolled his eyes, a blush forming on his cheeks again, but his lips were tilted up in a tiny smile. “I’m sure my parents wouldloveto show you every single baby picture they ever took of me.”
I chuckled and picked up my menu. “What kind of food do you eat?”
“I’m not picky. I eat pretty much everything. What about you?”
“I’m the same. I’ll eat anything, but I think I’m feeling a steak tonight.” Considering it was close to a full moon, that didn’t surprise me. Whenever a shift was coming up, I craved meat more and more.
