PAM
"You sent him what?" Holly asks over the phone.
"A basket full of all the soaps and items we used at the B&B that night we said we were in love with each other," I answer.
"That's very - um, will he even know that's what it is?"
"I don't know. It's meant to be mysterious. I had it delivered by a Playboy Bunny."
"He's not going to get that, Pammy. He's not that smart. Sorry, friend."
I burst out laughing. "Well, he's not dumb, and he put a lot of thought into that night, so I bet you he will get it. But I didn't send a card or anything, so we'll see. And there are other gifts, too, so he'll see the pieces come together, and he'll get it eventually."
"It's weird."
"Shut. Up. Evan planned a big ice-skating outing to get your attention. It's not that weird."
"Pam, he was trying to woo me. And get past the non-fraternization policy by pretending to teach me to skate."
"Well, I'm wooing Georg. So there."