There’s a knock at the door and a piece of paper tucked into the door but no one there. The writing was Victor’s quick, half cursive scrawl and it read: ” ‘Ello Summer, Central Park looks nice this time of night and it’s not so crowded. Care to join me?” His phone number was scrawled in the lower right hand corner in case she wanted to contact him.

Summer read through the scribble and laughed to herself. It might be pretty, but it was also /cold/. She clicked open her phone and sent off a quick message, then added him to her contacts list.

[text] You know I don’t like cold. 😉