For Geoffrey - Dated to evening of the 2nd

Kate still wasn't certain about a lot of things regarding getting married. Not like, anything about whether she wanted to, more like the logistics of the whole thing. What the hell would she wear and where could they do it and who should do it and about a hundred other things that really didn't need worrying. Not as if that had ever stopped her. One thing, however, she knew for sure and figured this would be one way to kill two birds with one stone. 

She kind of hoped he didn't say no, though. Or do it out of some long suffering sense of obligation. Which, she doubted would actually happen, but still it is Geoffrey and what she is asking does have the potential to lead to hugs or some sort of emotional display on her part. 

Still, it needs to be done and it's with that steely resolve that she dons her enormous new snow boots and pink, bobble topped hat and makes her way over to Geoffrey's equally renovated house. The sun is just beginning to set and reflect off the snow and she thinks she can make out an unmistakable figure up ahead on the porch. She lets out a quick breath and stomps through the last few steps.

"Hi, Geoffrey."