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I pull up to the resort’s main building around 10:15 and park in the parking lot. Our cabin is right next to the spa, so Lana can walk if she wants to go. When I step out of my car, I walk carefully to the front door, making sure I don’t slip and fall on any ice. I don’t need to break anything while I’m here, that would suck. It’s pretty chilly this morning, so I keep my hands in my pocket until I have to open the door.
Once I enter, I’m greeted by warm heat blowing from above, and a lady with short blonde hair behind a tall wooden desk.
“Hello! Welcome to Smoky Pine Mountain. What can I help you with?” She asks. Her name tag readsRebecca.She seems extremely happy to be working here.
“Hi! I’m looking for someone named Aspen.”
Her eyes light up.
“Aw! Are you a friend of Aspen’s?” She asks.
“Sort of,” I say. I’m not really sure how to answer that. “He just told me to meet him here.” She looks at the computer screen that’s in front of her.
“It looks like he is out on the bunny slopes today. Do you need to rent a board?” She asks.
A board, I completely forgot about that.
“Yes,” I say, wishing I had woken up sooner.
“Just go through those doors and tell them you’re a friend of Aspen’s. They’ll get you all sized up, darlin’,” she says, pointing to the double doors on my left.
“Thank you,” I say kindly.
I go through the double doors and enter a room that is filled from floor to ceiling with snowboards, skis, and boots. I used to have my own pair of skis, but I left them behind in New York. My mom might’ve gotten rid of them, actually. She did turn my room into a home gym after all.
I walk up to the counter and wait for someone to come help me. I notice a small bell sitting on the counter so I hit it once just to let the employees know I’m here.
“Just a second!” I hear someone yell from the back.
I wait and glance around the room. It definitely smells like a rental area - like feet. I could never work in this.
When the employee comes out from the back I immediately recognize him. It’s those same blue eyes.
“Well, hey there pretty lady, came back to apologize for ditching me for my brother?” Everest asks, flashing his perfect smile. He’s definitely a sight for sore eyes, but I still think Aspen’s hotter.
Sorry, Everest.
“You wish,” I say through a chuckle. “I just need some help renting a snowboard. Aspen told me to meet him here, but I’m a little late.”
“Oh yeah, he’s waiting for you on the mountain. He’s got a group of people he’s teaching right now. I think he wanted you to be a part of the group,” he says.
Shit. I feel bad that he’s waiting, but my heart swells. Aspen is so sweet.
“Well, if you’re already late, I can always teach you,” Everest adds.
“Funny. Do you think you can help me find a board?”
“Sure, what’s your height and what size shoe are you?”
“I’m 5’10” and a size 10,” I say. His eyes widen and his smirk grows into a smile.
“So your size is literally the same as Kendall Jenner’s,” he says. I’m not gonna even ask how he knows her measurements by heart.
“Just find me the board, will ya?”
“Alright, alright, Kenny, calm your tits,” he says as he disappears into the back. What is he, some sort of Kardashian fan? Only real fans know Kendall Jenner goes by ‘Kenny.’
