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 a bad boy."
After walking over to the desk, I lean against it, giving her my best smile. "Oh yeah? Is that what got you?"
She rests her elbows and puts her face in her palms. "Maybe. I mean, probably. How's it been going out there today?"
"Anything that could freeze up has done so. Do you happen to know what the temperature is supposed to be overnight? We may need to make some adjustments, depending."