Ben

Montreal - One week until Christmas

I got off the train at Montreal Gare Centrale and there was no redheaded pixie throwing themselves into my arms. Which was to be expected. As far as she was concerned I was arriving at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon, where she would be waiting to pounce on me. Instead I was sneaking into town the night before.

I made my way through the station, rolling my suitcase beside me, heading in the direction of the taxi stand. I wondered exactly how pissed off she was going to be when she found out I did this. We hadn't seen each other in three weeks...