REVA
We arrived at the restaurant, met Logan and Nikki, and were led to our table. All of us were moving more slowly than usual from the aftermath of all the wine and the fire that had kept us up until the early hours of the morning.
But no amount of exhaustion could dull our excitement for this new day and this beautiful place. Outside, the city glittered under fresh snow, indifferent to our collective grogginess.
I slid into the chair beside Levi, who was already asking Nikki and Logan how they slept. They slept well, and they returned the question to us. We slept well, too, for the few hours we managed to sleep.
When we got to our room, Levi and I had spent two hours talking about life, our families, and the pressures we faced every day. He hadn’t said it in so many words, but enou
