Frozen Hands

Chapter Two

Saturday, 11 p.m.

Steve was waiting in his truck at the Reykjavik airport. It was raining heavily so he descided to wait in his car for Elizabeth. He was singing along with the music on the radio. His favourite song was playing, Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift.

"Wildest dreeeaams, ahaaa" Steve was singing with his eyes closed, completely lost in the music. He screamed when he suddely heard a loud bang on his window. An angry looking Elizabeth was staring at him. "Open up, Swift!" She sneared.

Steve's cheeks flushed red in embarressment as he unlocked the car. He stepped out to help Lizzie with het suitcase. They quickly got in the truck. "I am completely soaked." Elizabeth complained.

"How was your flight?" Steve asks as he pulled out from the parking spot. "Worst. Flight. Of. My. Life." Liz said dramatically. "There was this punk who kept kicking the back of my chair and there was a crying baby." She rolled her eyes, thinking about her horrible time in the plane.

"Enough said." Steve replied, letting out a small chuckle. "It'll take about an hour and a half to get back to the hotel." He informed.

"That's plenty of time for you to explain what the hell I'm doing here." She stared at him. He changed since the last time she saw him.

Steve looked like he hadn't shaved his face in weeks, his dark blonde hair was longer now too. About shoulder length. The bags under his eyes sold out he hadn't slept much in the last few days. He still looked handsome, though.

He caught her staring and couldn't help but smile. "What are you looking at, Lovelace?"

Lizzie quickly looked away. "You need a shave and you need to sleep, you look like hell."

Steve laughed. "Thank you, it's nice to see you again too."

The rest of the ride to the hotel they talked about old memories of their time at the University. Steve was two years older than Elizabeth. They weren't in the same class, they met when they had to work together on a project for Uni. Steve and Lizzie quickly became great friends and spent a lot of time together.

Frosin Hönd Hotel, 12:30 a.m.

"Takk fyrir!" Lizzie smiled as she recieved her room key.

She walked over to Steve. He was waiting for her in the lobby, guarding her suitcase and bag. "I have room 203." She said, looking around for the elevator.

"That's right next to mine, I'll walk with you. Mark will meet us at the pub across the street in thirty minutes." Steve grabbed her suitcase and bag before walling towards the elevator.

"Pub? Shouldn't we take it easy tonight?" She asked, wanting nothing more than staying in her room. She longed for a hot bath and some sleep.

"Nope!" Steve grinned. "We're celebrating tonight. The band is back together!"

Elizabeth's hotel room, 12:50 a.m.

The redhead just stepped out of the shower when she heard a knock on the door. "Come in!" She yelled while wrapping a towel around her body. She walkes out of the bathroom to greet Steve. "Yeah yeah, I know. I'm taking way too long." She rolles her eyes walking past him, to her bedroom. She closed the door behind her so she could dress up in private.

Steve let out a breath when he heard the door slam shut. He was flustered by her appearance. He hadn't seen Elizabeth in over a year, but she still had the same effect on him.

10 minutes later Lizzie walked out of her bedroom, dressed in a top with a low v-neck and some casual jeans. She sat down to put on her shoes when she caught Steve staring at her. "What?" She asked, raising a brow.

"Um.. I.. Nothing." Steve stuttered. Lizzie rolled her eyes and let out a chuckle. "This is nothing you haven't seem before, Stevie." She joked.

"Shut up." He playfully rolled his eyes. "Let's go, slowpoke. Mark is waiting."