BY THE TIME I arrive at Carla's, the first snow of the season has started to fall. The entire time I make my way out of my car, I'm wishing I would have worn gloves like a normal person and I can't help but look back at the guys who have been following me around for protection in pity. Their cheeks and noses are red where the cold has pinched them but they don't complain as they follow me inside.
"Look who's finally showed up," says Sonny exuberantly the moment I walk in.
The contrast of the exceptionally warm bar compared to the freezing cold makes the tips of my fingers tingle; the feeling is a little painful. I rub them together to keep them warm while simultaneously shooting Sonny a look that I hope portrays my thoughts of wanting him to f**k off. Apparently, it does because he laugh
