Holly sipped her coffee, stamped her feet to keep them warm, and stared across at her best friend from her bench.
“You’re the one who insists on going for these walks even when it’s this cold,” she reminded him as she returned her mask to the ready position.
“What is it? Like thirty below?” he questioned as he sat on his hands to warm them.
Holly quickly checked her phone.
“It’s eight degrees,” she informed him.
“Check it again,” Aaron insisted. “You must have it set on Celsius or something.”
Holly didn’t bother to state that had her phone been set to Celsius, the temperature reading would have been even lower. It was never a good idea to argue with Aaron, but definitely a horrible idea when he was bitching about the weather in any manner.
“Still eight degrees,” she assured him without even bothering to glance at her phone.
“Your answer to that one varies depending on your mood and who asks,” she reminded him. “You’ve told me multiple times, though, that it was because you wanted to get away from big city life. And you were tempted by the world in Stephen King’s novels.”
“Which really doesn’t make sense because he writes horror, and depicts Maine as a place that attracts psychos, aliens, and monsters. Guess it gives us some intriguing insight into your psyche, though.”
Aaron took a long sip of his Snapple and sighed.
“It’s all Stephen King’s fault,” he mumbled. “If it weren’t so cold, I’d head over to his house to give him a piece of my mind.”
For the uninformed, Stephen King’s home wasn’t very far from where they were sitting.
“Wasn’t it ever cold in New York?” Holly asked as she placed her coffee cup against her cheek in hopes of returning the sense of feeling to her face.
“Sure, but not like this,” he explained. “You’ve got all those big buildings to block the wind. And when it snowed, you just took the subway to your destination. You didn’t have to worry about driving in it.”
“So why did you move here, city slicker?” she challenged with a smile that he could not see because of her mask.
Aaron shrugged. “On days like this, I really question that decision. Of course, if I hadn’t moved here, I never would have met you.”
“You know me so well,” Aaron chuckled. “Now let’s get the hell out of here before my pants freeze to this bench…”