We walk along 104 Street on the icy sidewalk.

We walk along 104 Street on the icy sidewalk. It’s one of the first really cold nights this winter. I don’t have my scarf, but I reach into my pocket and grab my toque. “I’m putting on my toque,” I warn her. The whole night we’ve been talking and laughing and I can’t help but thinking that it’s going well. Her smiles and giggles seem genuine, and we’re making a lot of eye contact. I try to see what colour her eyes are, but it’s too dark, and her hair covers them just a little bit. “When am I going to see you again?” I nudge her arm a bit. She says she can’t see me until next week cause she’s working a lot. “But call me before then.” We’re standing beside a little red van. I go in for a hug. Her little grip around my body is nice and tight. I think that’s probably a good sign. We hold on for a second and let go. She gets in her little red van and disappears. I huddle up and walk home in the cold.

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