Tugging Taryn along with him, Milton trudged through the remaining snow in the street and headed over to the little tea shop. "You ready?" he asked with a small smile and reached over to open the door for her, like the lovely gentleman that he was. Milton was not going to admit that this was last minute and poorly planned. Taryn would never know if he didn't show it, right?

Once they were inside, Milton picked an empty table near the back of the tea shop. "How does this look?"