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I nodded slowly. “I see…”
She took a swig of eggnog with a grimace like it actually had alcohol in it. I watched this with amusement.
“Anything else?” Sal asked me.
“Just the check.”
“Can I ask you a question?” the woman said, setting the half-empty glass down.
“Sure.”
“Do you think it’s absurd to marry someone you’ve just met?”
“Yes. Absolutely,” I said, without even thinking about it.
“Why? What argument would you make against it? Like, if you had to convince someone completely off their rocker not to do it.”
The irony.
“Well, statistically speaking, marrying quickly has the highest risk of divorce.”
“Okay. What else?”
“It exposes you to legal ramifications. Especially when there’s no prenup.”
She jabbed her finger at me. “Thank you. Very good points. It is reckless.”
I put my tumbler to my lips. “I’d have to agree.”
She picked up her drink again and stared at it bleakly.
I eyed her. “You must really like eggnog, huh?”
“I hate it,” she said, throwing it back like a shot. She swallowed and shivered. “There’s no place to eat here this late, and this is the closest thing to food they have.”
“Huh. Which bed-and-breakfast are you at? The host can usually whip something up for you if you ask.”
“I’m not staying anywhere.”
I drew my brows down. “Why are you up here with nowhere to stay?”
“I tried to find something, but everything is already booked up. I’m here to convince my completely delusional best friend that she shouldn’t marry the rando she met three days ago.”
I swiveled slowly to face her. “That’s interesting. Because I’m here to convince my delusional best friend not to marry the rando he met three days ago.”
She stared at me. “Your best friend is—”
“Nicholas? Yes. I’d hope this is the only set of idiots marrying people they just met this week.”
She snorted. “It’s unhinged, right?” she said, facing me.
“I could not agree more.”
“And we’re just supposed to what? Be happy for them?”
“I’m not,” I said.
She picked up her last drink. Then she paused. “Wait. Why aren’t you happy? Noel’s amazing.”
