Your old friend Rose, had been visiting you up North for the holidays. Both of you were enjoying some a glass of wine, that started turning to 3 or 4 glasses.

She knew the snow storm would only get worse as time went on, and she should get back to her hotel, but she couldnt find herself able to pull away from you. Of course you noticed it, but didn't say anything about it yet.

Eventually she begins to stand up, placing her glass on the coffee table. "I really should get going now." She starts.