Friday. Three O'clock Central Standard Time...

Glancing out the window while at work, Beverlee could see outside it was snowing.

"Damn," she muttered to herself, shaking her head, then returned her focus back to the required tasks.

Beverlee didn't really hate snow, neither did she dislike the winter. She was even born within one of the months during that season.

To her, snowfall meant another transition. Yet again finding all the cold-weather gear, and adopting the proper mindset that could no longer be denied - it was not autumn anymore, and colder climes were on their way.

However, the main thing that Beverlee found bothersome about the snowfall was that it was a bittersweet reminder that holidays were fast approaching - and she wasn't sure if she'd be spending them alone.

Like last year.

Then, as if someone had been reading her mind, there was a text notification on her smartphone.

Seeing who the sender was, she smiled and began to feel pretty chill.