Chapter 2
Alex opened his apartment door to a blowing Chicago snowstorm, drifts he didn’t want to deal with already building up on the concrete steps. Four people barely recognizable through heavy coats and scarves stared up at him. He’d seen two of them in considerably less clothing a few times over the past five years
“You’re not honestly expecting me to go out in this?” he said, holding the door open.
A party had sounded like a good idea a few hours ago, before a blizzard settled in like a heavy blanket over his shoulders. They stomped enthusiastically before stepping inside.
“What exciting plans did you have instead?” said Kim, one of those friends he’d spent close personal time with. “Reading some journal, or working?”
“Neither, thank you very much,” Alex said, kissing her cheek.
