Last Resort

Lucy sat in the coffee shop, privy to a clear, unfortunate view of snow falling from the late April sky. 

Unbearable. That’s what this was. Her knee bounced beneath the table in a rhythm of its own.

She wished she was on a plane, flying to some new scene replete with dashing and unforgettable characters which, she was sure, lay just beyond this horizon. Yet, disappointingly, here she was. In Wausau. And it was snowing. Again.

Experience told her that warmer weather would eventually arrive, but in the meantime, she might have to resort to radical measures. Resort. Hmmm. She had savings. Maybe she’d book a last minute trip to an exotic location where she’d enjoy margaritas on the beach, the sound of surf lapping, and a few rounds of water volleyball. Maybe she’d even meet a cute, mysterious guy.

There was no doubt. She needed excitement and a break from the crummy weather, and a trip would be the fastest way to get both.

As she picked up her iPhone to search for the latest Groupon Getaway deals, the door opened admitting a swirl of snow, cold air, and a handsome man. 

“They’ll have little chance of succeeding unless we help them,” he uttered his voice deep and accented. “I know this plan is our last resort, but we need to step in and make this all right.”

Lucy forgot all about the weather.