The snow was almost to the top of Lucas’s car. “Snowball fight!” Sean and Lillian exclaimed in unison. Lucas was looking at them like they’d lost their minds and for that reason alone Angelina was looking forward to hurling a snowball or two at his perfect pouty kisser. He was as cold as a picture perfect mannequin and she couldn’t wait to ruffle his haughty feathers a little. They all donned their coats and gloves and traipsed outside. Lucas looking like he was going to the guillotine in Armani style. Samson Dinsdale, the building super gave them a cheerful wave as he pushed the snow blower down the courtyard path creating perfect banks of light fluffy snow at the perimeter, despite the fact the flakes were still falling in an ongoing blanket of white. They’d barely made it to the partially cleared courtyard when Lucas felt a softball sized chunk of wet snow hit him in the back of the head. He swiveled around and nearly slipped, arms windmilling. Angelina wrapped her arms around his middle to keep him from falling.
