Ainsley was at the door, ready to leave, when Butler called out from the down the hall.
“It’s cold today. Only going up to minus 4,” he said.
The statement made Ainsley sigh. “I know, I heard. I hate this weather. Most people don’t live like this you know.”
“Most people live in hot weather,” said Ainsley.
“I like having four seasons,” said Butler.
“It’s not normal to freeze yourself like this.” complained Ainsley.
“What’s normal? It’s all about what you’re used to,” said Butler.
“Well then, I want to be used to a warm, sunny beach, twelve months of the year.”
“I bet people who live like that wish they could see snow,” suggested Butler.
“Are you nuts? Who’d want that?”
“People who’ve never experienced it before. For them it’d be new and exciting,” said Butler.
“They can have it. Better yet, if that’s what they want, we can trade places,” said Ainsley.
“You’d miss the snow,” said Butler.
“Not bloody likely.”
“Well, you’d miss me, because I’m not doing that. I like each season as it comes,” said Butler.
“Then you better make sure I stay warm.”
Butler wrapped his arms around Ainsley and held her tight. “Absolutely,” he said. “That’s the best part of winter.”