“Should I ask?” Sara came to stand by his side to fill her coffee cup.
“Ice skating.”
“Oh my, you went ice skating after work? Are you, like, into tour-skating or something?”
Victor stared at her. “Jian. He’s made this dating advent calendar, and yesterday he took me to a lake he’d scraped free of snow and placed tiki lights around, and he tried to teach me how to skate. He apparently used to play hockey in the winter when he was a kid.”
Sara chuckled, but her expression was stunned. “He made you a dating advent calendar?”
“It isn’t an actual calendar, but every day when I get home, he has a date planned for us.”
She smiled, but her eyes grew wider. “That’s so…sweet. I-I can’t imagine the amount of work he’s put into planning so many dates.”
“I know.” And Victor hadn’t started to build his website yet.
“So, he’d bought you ice skates, in the right size, scraped a lake, put out torches, and went to get you.”
“In his rusty old pickup.” Victor grinned.