There was something about the way Aiken said “let me in” that made Bonnie feel oddly unsettled. He put extra emphasis on the words, and paired with that teasing smile at the corner of his mouth, it felt almost like he was messing with her.
“What kind of gift did you get?” she asked, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear.
Aiken’s smile lingered. “Are you already thinking about how to return the favor? Relax, it’s just a little present. Nothing fancy.”
He added, “I actually made it myself.”
Bonnie looked at him in genuine surprise. “You know how to make things by hand?”
Aiken just smiled, keeping the secret. No matter how many questions Bonnie threw at him, he refused to spill what the gift was. Eventually, she gave up, though he had definitely managed to get her curious. Now she couldn’t help looking forward to it.
By the time they reached her apartment building, the snow had started to fall much harder. Just as they arrived, Aiken got a call from the station. He needed to head back—extreme weather always meant extra work for them.
Bonnie didn't let him walk her upstairs. She headed home by herself. It was already late, so she got cleaned up, did a quick review for class, and was about to crawl into bed when she saw the snow outside had turned into a real blizzard.
White flakes danced and swirled outside her window, whipped into a frenzy by the piercing north wind. The ground was already hidden under a fresh coat of snow, clean and soft, quietly covering up all the dirt and mess from the world outside.
She curled up on the bay window, sitting on her long, fuzzy rug, and watched the snow quietly before bed. The silence made everything feel peaceful.
She thought for sure the snow would be done by morning, but, surprisingly, it just kept drifting down on and off, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, all the way until the eighth.
That morning, Bonnie let herself lounge in bed for a change. She stayed snuggled under the covers, messaging Helen. Helen had already bought her a birthday gift in advance, but still sent over a birthday text first thing.


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