Easton: Mine’s different.
Ivy: Taking the bait. How?
Easton: Mine only goes away when I’m with you. Think we could get snowed in someplace for New Years?
Ivy: If only. Name the place, and I’ll be there. By the way. I told Marsha that you backed out. She wasn’t happy. In fact, I think she cried a little, but at least you’re off the hook.
Easton: I should feel guilty for making you lie, but I’m far too relieved. Thank you for doing that.
Ivy: It was as much for me as it was for you. Turns out I’ve got a jealous streak. Who knew?
Easton: Is it wrong that I like hearing that?
Ivy: Possibly. But I like that you like it, so I guess we’re even.
Dec 28
Ivy: I just realized something.
Easton: What? That you’re madly in love with me?
Ivy: That during our two-hour conversation last night, you still never named the place for our snowed-in-over-New-Year’s adventure.
Easton: Crap.
Ivy: How are we supposed to get snowed in together if you don’t specify where it can happen?
Dec 29
Easton: The biggest New Year’s storm I see coming is in Minnesota. Not sure I could fashion a yurt there during a blizzard, but I could build us a nice snow cave.
Ivy: Of course you could. My very own caveman, that’s what you are. But I have one crucial question.
Easton: Hit me with it.
Ivy: Will there be moonshine peaches?
Easton: Definitely
Dec 31
Ivy: Happy New Year. I forgot to tell you last night—I shared the square window fact with my family—they were riveted. Any fun plans for this evening?
Easton: What do you mean? I’m waiting for you in a brightly marked snow cave in Minnesota like we planned. Is this a prank? You’re waiting outside my snow cave right now, aren’t you? *Checking…
Ivy: Yep, you caught me. I’m here. Trying to wave, but my extremities won’t move. I’m using voice-to-text until my lips freeze shut.
Easton: I’m very good at thawing frozen lips. As long as they’reyourlips.
Ivy: Looking forward to testing out your skills.
Easton: Happy New Year, Ivy. Wish I really could kiss you tonight.
Ivy: Me too. Happy New Year.
Jan 2
Easton: It’s been one week since I’ve seen you. Besides our phone calls and texts, my life feels very boring suddenly. What did you do to me?
