Meagan looked out the window and sighed. She turned to the rustling behind her and heard a sleepy voice “Is it bad?”
“It’s coming down pretty good. It’s not bad yet but it’s headed that way. I wouldn’t want to rush you but unless you want to get snowed in here I think you should leave now.”
He reached for her and pulled her to him. “Maybe getting snowed in would be fun”.
“I’m really not that fun girl you met last night. I am a very different when I am sober” she said sipping her coffee.
“I get it” the man scowled slipping on his trousers.
Megan handed him his scarf and hat while ushering him out the door.
“Can I call you sometime?”
“Sure” said Megan through the last bit of opened door.
Megan found the Bailey’s and topped off her coffee. She heard the engine roar and peeked out to see his car pull away, his tires spinning out the drive. Megan gathered her robe close, sipped her coffee and plopped down on the sofa. She loved her life.