I made my way to the balcony, sliding the glass door open before stepping outside.
The space was enclosed with glass panels, so the snow didn't reach inside—but the cold still crept in, wrapping around me like a warning.
I exhaled slowly, staring out at the white-covered world as the phone continued to buzz in my hand.
Then I answered.
"Hey, Char," I said as I answered the call.
"Evan," she muttered, clearly not happy to hear me. "What do you want?"
"Uh… how's life?" I asked, sitting down on one of the sunbeds. "Did you settle into the place we put you in?"
"Yes, we did," she replied. "It's kinda far from work, but we're managing. Why did you call?"
"There's this girl—Isabella. You know her?"
"Yeah," she said. "She works where I work. Why?"
"Well, a guy from work, Melvin, is… I guess you could say he's into her. He wants to get to know her better."
Charlotte let out a small breath. "Isabella isn't really like that, Evan. She's not that type of girl."
