Chapter 7 Text Thread
Chapter seven
Text Thread
Later that night…
NASH
You mentioned skiing… is it something you don’t do or can’t?
STEPHANIE
Let’s just say a bad ski instructor as a child, a propensity for fainting from low blood pressure, and a run-in with a hyperactive puppy scarred my ten-year-old-self.
NASH
Noted. Would you be open to a different instructor sans puppy?
STEPHANIE
No promises, but maybe? I’m not known for my balance. As you are now aware.
And before I forget, ugly sweaters are a must for Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day dinner is formal, nearly black tie.
NASH
We talking tux and bow tie?
STEPHANIE
Most of the guys just do a suit and tie. Maybe your charcoal one with the pinstripes?
NASH
I won’t read into the fact you know my closet so well. *winky face*
STEPHANIE
*eye roll* Bring whatever you want. Do you need me to find you an ugly sweater? I can add it to my list for Monday.
NASH
I’m not your boss. I’m your fake boyfriend, Steph. I’ll handle it.
And shouldn’t a boyfriend know what colour dress his girlfriend is wearing so his tie will match? *smirk*
STEPHANIE
Why do you sound so gleeful? I’m the one benefiting from this arrangement, and you get the short end of the stick.
NASH
Time spent with you is never a downside. It’s an upgrade.
STEPHANIE
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My dress is red. See you Monday.