Cal

"It's fucking freezing out there." I stomp my feet in my snow boots as I enter the lobby. "Does anyone know what the temperature is?"

Noelle is standing at the reception desk, a bemused smile on her face. "About five below zero."

"Sorry, I probably shouldn't have let the F-word slip before I saw if anyone was in here or not." My face warms, and I have the decency to be slightly embarrassed. 

"It's okay. I tend to like the fact that you're ...