"When can I see you again?"
She bites her lip and curls to a smile. "When are you out of town?"
She pauses. "Wednesday--tomorrow--or Thursday are both good."
"I'll take Wednesday." I crack thumbs one-handed and she pirouettes from my side to face me. "That way, I can try to steal Thursday, too."
She kisses me goodnight, wishes me a happy birthday, and her car disappears into the snow, and I swear to God that the sun rises at 12:37 AM and melts away the winter.