Ryan at the table on his phone with his laptop.
“Dude, I think we’re stranded here,” Ryan says to whoever he’s talking to, and he doesn’t sound happy. He looks miserable too.
Great.
“No, the main road is snowed over. It’s so bad they won’t be able to get the plows out for a few days, and apparently, the news said they expect more snow to come. I had to take a few emergency vacation days from work. We got twenty inches so far, and it’s still coming down. The wind is brutal, so it’s just fucking blowing everywhere. Even if the roads were open, I wouldn’t be able to see it.”
Twenty inches? Jesus.
It’s confirmation that we’re not leaving anytime soon.
I grab a mug and pour myself some of the already brewed coffee. He’s still chatting with who I assume is Eli or Cami.
After I grab some creamer from the fridge, I continue listening to his conversation.
Ryan releases a huff. “Thanks. I just wanted to let you two know so you don’t get worried about us. Hopefully, we don’t lose power. With my luck, an ice storm would make its way here too.”
Lose power? Oh hell no. I can’t be here without power. We’ll just have to shovel our way out if that happens.
I sit at the breakfast bar with my coffee and scroll through my phone when I hear Ryan whisper, “Yeah, she’s a fucking trip.”
Wow. I haven’t done anything, and he’s already being rude as hell.
After he ends the call, he goes back to typing on his computer. His forehead wrinkles and face contorts, which makes me wonder if he’s getting weather updates. If so, it’s not looking good.
“Sounds like you’re stuck with me for a bit longer,” I say, hoping to break the awkward tension. “Won’t be so bad. You’ll get a few days off. Maybe take advantage of it and relax for once. Could also work on getting the stick out of your ass.” I hold back a laugh knowing he’ll probably ignore me for that last comment.
“Easy for you to say,” he mutters. “Not everyone lives off their family’s money. Some of us have jobs to do. I’m sure your biggest concern is getting to the nail salon on time every day.”
“Really?” I snap my gaze toward him. “That’s the best you got? How original.” I roll my eyes though he’s not looking at me. “For your information, I go every other week and it’s far from my biggest concern, asshole.”
I hate that he thinks he knows me when he clearly doesn’t. He’s never even tried and acts like he has me figured out.
“Well maybe if you had job aspirations and goals at your age, being stuck here would be a concern. It—”
“At my age?” I interrupt. “So because I’m twenty-four, I should have the rest of my life all planned out? And if I don’t, I’m a slacker?”
He clears his throat, finally glancing at me. “I didn’t say slacker, but that it might be hard for you to understand that I enjoy working. Being a doctor is who I am, and knowing I can’t be at the hospital with my patients worries me. Not that you care.”
“Don’t put words in my mouth. I said to relax, which you’re incapable of doing. Considering you can’t do anything about being stuck here with a ‘fucking trip,’ you might as well take advantage of the time off. But you know what?” I stand, grabbing my mug. There’s no emotion in his face as I scowl at him. “Be miserable all you want. Alone.”
I march toward the stairs and don’t look back. He can sulk by himself. Just because I don’t have an intense career doesn’t mean I’m a worthless trust fund baby. If he’d bothered to ask or tried to get to know me, he’d learn there’s a lot more to me than that. He’s just like everyone else and has made opinions about me based on what he sees on the surface.
Once I’m in my room, I decide to take a bath in the jet tub while finishing my coffee. Cami always has it stocked with a variety of bath bombs, lavender oil, candles, and bubble baths. It’s just what I need after Ryan ruined my morning.
I pair my phone with the Bluetooth speakers in the wall and jam out to Halsey who I have a major girl crush on. Her voice soothes me as I soak in the tub.
After a while, I decide to FaceTime my sister, Piper,