Me and the Sweet Snowstorm by Jessie Gussman

Kimber:
I’m a city girl and proud of it.
Chicago is my hometown and I’m in my element surrounded by people and buildings and busyness.
Actually, my business – my vlog – depends on my interactions with people. You can’t go viral talking about your pet turtle.
Well, maybe some people can, but that’s not how I became a highly paid influencer.
I was happy to use my influence to help my grandmother, Agnes, save her assisted care facility. I thought I was going to hate being out in the wilderness for days on end…bugs and bears and no internet or sushi bars.
To my surprise, I kind of…liked it.
To my further surprise, I found myself wanting to linger around our tour guide, Bain. He’s a rugged, outdoorsy type – not the kind of guy I’ve ever found attractive. But he was so good at what he did – just tough and rugged and unafraid of anything. Who doesn’t find confidence and competence in a man attractive?
Regardless, while I am going back out to Idaho to attend a wedding, and some small part of me wants to see Bain again, the bigger, more sophisticated part of me knows that there will never be anything between us unless of course, The Snowstorm of the Century happens to occur while I’m there and we take a snowmobile ride, get lost, find our way to a remote cabin and ride out the storm in blissful (or not so blissful) seclusion.
But, come on, what are the odds of that happening?

Bain:
Pretty good, it turns out.
Back east, I’ve heard they call those late spring snows “sugar snows” because of the maple syrup and such. For me, here in Idaho, I just call it what it is: perfect timing for me and my sweet snowstorm.