The butterflies in my stomach have returned, but instead of the feeling of pleasure that drove them there the first time, they're now motivated by nerves.
I have my date with Chris today. Well, I think it's a date.
We never really said what it was, actually.
I'm assuming it's a date because we're spending the day together, and we're spending it together alone.
I don't know where he's taking me, but he told me to dress warmly, and as I get ready for our "date" I think of all the possible locations we could be going to.
Just as I'm finishing up my makeup, my phone vibrates, notifying me via the wireless intercom system that a visitor has arrived downstairs.
I tap my screen to buzz him in.
"Okay, got my jacket, my bag, my phone..." I mumble to myself while checking off my mental list.
I take a peek at my reflection in the mirror again. Today I've decided to wear a pair of dark wash denim pants, my blush, cozy chenille sweater and my white adidas with a pair of warm, fluffy socks. My thick, jean jacket should keep me warm enough from the chilly wind, and the cream belt bag I've thrown on over my ensemble leaves me free to use my hands and arms without worrying about losing my grip on my purse. My hair has grown out to just below my shoulders now, and I've loosely curled it, to keep it out of my face.
A knock at the door echos through my apartment. I quickly turn off the light in my bedroom, and practically sashay to the door.
When I open it, I find Chris there, dressed more casually than I've ever seen him before. He wears blue jeans, and a gray hoodie with a thick green, zip-up jacket over it.
I look down at his shoes, and he looks down at mine. We both laugh together.
"I guess great minds do think alike," Chris states, acknowledging our matching sneakers, as he places his hands in his jacket pockets and leans against the door frame.
I roll my eyes with a smile, and turn to double check that my alarm system is on before stepping out and locking the door behind me.
"So, where are we going? What do you have planned for us today?" I ask excitedly as we head down the hallway to the elevator.
Chris offers me his arm, and I loop mine through his, thinking about how we must look like a couple to passerby's.
He only chuckles when I ask again, as we reach his car in the parking garage.
"All you need to know is that you're dressed plenty warm enough, although we may want to go to the store and get you a pair of gloves."
"Gloves?" I question, surprised. "It's Atlanta. It's not that cold here."
He chuckles again, and shifts the gear into drive as he places his right hand on my lap.
I clasp his fingers in mine, and look over at him, perfectly content in this moment.
He smiles a breathtaking smile at me, and squeezes my thigh as we begin our cruise down the highway together.
"Chris, where exactly are we going?" I ask again, this time hoping he'll give me an answer.
"You can sometimes be very frustrating, you know that?" He tells me with a laugh.
I smile at him.
"I know. Now tell me where we're going," I demand playfully.
He just shakes his head.
"Be patient, Vanessa."
I love when he says my name. It's like smooth velvet coming from his lips.
I grin to myself, and look out the window.
We're heading north, and I know that Chris' family is from north Georgia, I just can't remember exactly where.
That must be where he's taking me. I try to keep calm as the thought of meeting his family circles around in my head.
Chris turns the radio on, and I'm shocked when I hear Christmas music start to play over the speakers.
I stare at him, baffled.
"What? I can't like listening to holiday classics?" He defends with a smirk, raising his eyebrows at me.
"No, it's not that. I just didn't expect you to be so festive," I giggle.
"Well, believe it or not, I really enjoy the holiday season. There's just something so... refreshing about it."
I nod my head at him, still smiling.
"I know exactly what you mean," I agree.
"What about you? Do you like the holidays?" He questions, glancing over at me from the driver's side.
"Of course I do! I have a nine month old," I explain.
"I have a feeling you were really into the Christmas spirit even before you had Audrey," he assumes, smiling at me.
"You got me. I'm a sucker for holiday themed traditions."
He nods his head, laughing already.
"I knew it! You probably like the fall too, and pumpkin spice lattes," he halfway jokes, and I playfully swat him on the arm.
"Hey! There is nothing wrong with a little PSL in your life!" I argue, unable to contain my laughter.
We joke around for the next two hours of the drive, and when we finally arrive at our destination, I'm awestricken.
Snow.
There's snow in Georgia.
Powdery, white fluff covers the rolling hills and pine trees, and the ground is coated in it, too. Multiple people in thick, puffy coats glide down the bluff on skis and snowboards, sleds and inter-tubes, and suddenly, I'm aware of the activity that we're going to be doing here.
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Before you ask, no this is not a real place, and no, there's isn't actually snow in GA unless you go to Stone Mountain.
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ChickLit"I just thought..." I begin, flustered, not really sure where my words are headed. He shakes his head. "We can't," he states, removing my hand from his. "There are a million reasons why we can't." He runs a hand through his hair, seemingly frustrate...
