Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Winnifred: How do you feel about matching flannel pajamas?
Soren: I feel like this is a trap.
Winnifred: It’s not. It’s a test.
Soren: So . . . a trap dressed in buffalo plaid.
Winnifred: A test of character. Of seasonal commitment. Of whether you’re willing to match pajamas with your fake girlfriend while pretending not to be wildly attracted to her.
Soren: You’re forgetting the part where the pajamas are always too warm, and I look like an emotionally unavailable lumberjack.
Winnifred: So . . . business as usual.
Soren: Touché. Fine. You pick the pajamas. I’ll bring the sarcasm and a coordinating pair of socks so you’re comfortable.
Winnifred: I knew you were in this for the aesthetic.
Soren: One day, you’ll stop pretending it is all about aesthetics.
Winnifred: Shhh. That’s my secret. When are you coming back? I bet you miss the unseasonal warm weather with those flurries we’ve had—all rolled into just one day.
Soren: Nothing like Colorado weather.
Winnifred: Yes, I don’t think I could be away for too long—I would miss my sun.
Soren: But if you were here, you wouldn’t miss me.