I shrugged and looked down. Of course I wasn’t like them, I didn’t like girls like that. And chasing boys wasn’t exactly something you could do in the open.
“Let’s go find some hot chocolate,” she said and the weight on my shoulder disappeared.
“Yes, let’s!” I smiled at her and hurried to the nearby hotel. During skiing season, there were these small wooden shops selling spiced wine, hot chocolate, tea, and coffee. Once the snow melted, they were gone, but all hotels along the ski slopes still served the miracle drink.
Auntie treated me to two cups of steamy hot chocolate. She knew me well enough to guess one would never be enough. I gulped both down as she sipped her coffee.
“What would you like to do now?” she asked, looking outside the large window.
“We could walk around a bit, enj
