Celeste slid into the hot tub and leaned back, closing her eyes as the warmth enveloped her. The water rippling next to her told her someone else was stepping in. She cracked an eye to find a man she had met on the mountain sliding in.
“Celeste, how are you?”
She smiled warmly. “I’m good. Have a good day skiing?”
“The best.”
He settled into the hot tub across from her.
It was quiet. The snow had kept the mountain busy, but the hot tubs were a ghost town. “It’s so strange how quiet it is right now. I expected these to be busy.”
He nodded and glanced around at the several scattered hot tubs in the area. Very few of them had anyone in them, and the ones nearest to them were empty.
“Super Bowl. Everyone is watching the game at the bar.”
As if on cue, cheering could be heard in the distance.
“Ah. How could I forget?”
Celeste leaned back and closed her eyes. Out of all the hot tubs, he had come to this one—one that was occupied. She smirked.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.