Whenever we talk, our conversation falls apart because the chemistry is so distracting.

We were playing Monopoly with a group of four, and eventually it was down to the two of us. My equal. But so much greater.

I've been out nearly every night this week: volleyball, night skiing, a pub, tonight's game night. Friends are so much easier here, as compared with Victoria.

And of course, there is Roy. I greeted him at the door, and he had snowflakes in his hair and I wanted to brush them off. I stare at his delicate nose, wonder about the tattoo on his forearm, such a contrast to the seemingly straight-laced person he projects.