One Winter Weekend Page #7

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Man in the yellow tie for $1500.

Okay, the first

snowboard was made by tying

two skis together and

it was called a snoller.

(laughing)

Snoller?

It's gonna be snurfer, watch.

- I had snurfer.

- It is, it is.

That's a a funny--

I knew it, I knew it.

(laughing)

That's good.

(gavel banging)

Sold for $3600 to

the woman in stripes.

(crowd applauding)

Next up is the Cyan limited

edition 920 Lightning.

Freestyle, boardercross?

[Shawn] B.

Boardercross, right?

You know I got through

med school by picking B

on all my multiple choices.

(laughing)

That's how you got

through med school?

[Shawn] Yeah, yeah.

Ha.

Air high-five.

Air high...

Ow.

- [Shawn] Good job, good job.

It still hurts.

[Shawn] I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Okay, that

concludes the auction.

Thank you so much for

your generous support.

I hope you all stay

around for the dance.

I think that went pretty well.

Um, yeah, I'd say that adds

up to a lot of happy campers.

Ben, if you have a moment,

there's some people

I'd like you to meet.

(light pop music)

Oh, okay.

Uh, I--

Oh, but, Ben you

promised me this dance.

Sorry.

Can't keep a lady waiting.

Thinking on your feet, huh?

Should've worn my flats.

I might have to be

on my feet all night.

She keeps hounding you.

(laughing)

So, given all the boards

are Cyan Wintersports,

I'm guessing that's

where you work.

Nothing escapes your

eagle eye, inspector.

Ben, could I

steal a quick photo?

Oh, I don't know, uh--

(camera flashing)

It's just for our

next promo event.

You two are such

a lovely couple.

Uh, okay.

(camera flashing)

Ah.

(laughing)

Camera shy?

Publicity shy.

So, you deal with the public.

I try and avoid it.

Well, we seem to be in it now.

Are we?

I didn't notice.

Works for Cyan Wintersports,

doesn't like publicity.

You are quite the mystery, Ben.

Oh, well that's good,

because you like mysteries.

(laughing)

(camera flashing)

Hey, you mind if we

get a little air?

Maybe grab some champagne?

(light piano music)

it's so beautiful,

the lights and the snow.

I wish I knew about

this place earlier

with the library.

I would've come here to write.

It sort of reminds me of

my favorite spot back home.

[Ben] Favorite spot?

Yeah, it's just this cafe.

It's sort of a bookstore too.

Anyway, they make

their own scones.

Wait, not the one on Ballard?

With the chandeliers?

Exactly.

What, you've been there?

I go there all the time.

That is so weird.

I wonder how we've never

crossed paths before.

Maybe it's a sign we

were meant to be here.

Yeah, that's

probably a good thing.

Yeah.

I can see how things can

get pretty overwhelming.

Yeah.

Oh, at your public-facing

job at Cyan Wintersports.

Look at you, detective.

You've almost cracked this case.

Yes, but there

is one set of dots

that I can't seem to connect.

Why come here if you

don't wanna be recognized.

I don't know.

I just figured if I came up here

where I first fell in

love with the sport,

maybe it would all stop

feeling like work, you know?

Maybe I could just

press reset, start over.

Well, here's to

new beginnings.

All sorts of new beginnings.

Mmm.

You know, for someone

who's not dating,

you're pretty

comfortable on an outing.

Well, maybe it's the company.

(laughing)

Anyway, the whole

not dating thing

is sort of a recent development.

So, who was he?

It wasn't about a guy.

It was about me.

Like you said,

hitting the reset.

Although, I guess there was guy.

(laughing)

Well, I wish I

could thank him.

For what?

For whatever he

did to lose you.

If he hadn't, I might

not have met you.

(door closing)

Ah.

(laughing)

One more dance?

One more dance.

Aw.

(light orchestral music)

Thank you.

Did you get this from

the list of restaurants

that Megan left for...

(computer chiming)

Hmmm.

Ben Livingston, Ben Livingston.

(light piano music)

You know, I think

Jennifer went home.

Oh, man.

I never got to meet

all those people.

(laughing)

I mean we don't

have to keep dancing.

We don't have

to, but we could.

(phone vibrating)

That is not your phone.

That is totally

someone else's phone.

I'm so sorry.

Do you mind if I...

Just really quickly.

I just have to check.

Yeah.

It might be my boss.

I'm really sorry.

This is so embarrassing.

Uh.

[Ben] What is it?

Well, apparently,

it's highly urgent

that I call my boss back

immediately, stat, asap.

Okay.

[Cara] I am so sorry.

No, do it.

This won't take long.

(phone ringing)

It's a little late

for a business call.

What's up?

Yes.

Hey, Cara.

Oh, hey.

I didn't know you

two were still here.

Look at you, fancy schmancy.

Yeah, perfect blizzard attire.

I'm guessing Ben roped

you into that work event.

Kicking and screaming.

How are you two doing in there?

Oh, we destroyed it.

Well, I wouldn't

say destroyed.

It's not a cage fight

or anything like that.

And we still have

another round to go.

Hey, how did you finish

that final post so quickly.

Well, I haven't actually

started, which I'm guessing

is what all these E-mails

and texts are about,

so if you'll excuse me...

Good luck.

Oh, next round.

Let's go.

(phone ringing)

[Diane] Cara, hi.

Hi, I got your text.

I don't want you to worry.

I'll have that last

post to you by midnight.

So, you haven't

written it yet?

Uh, no, I haven't.

Good.

I think we might

be able to take it

in a bit more of an

interesting direction,

happy ending for

you and the reader.

I'm not sure I understand.

I'm looking at a photo of

you at a charity event tonight.

[Cara] Okay.

With Ben Livingston.

(light orchestral music)

I mean, I went with

a friend named Ben

if that's what you're asking.

So, you know him?

Yes.

Yes, I think I do.

The CEO of Cyan Wintersports?

Wait, Ben is the CEO?

The photo went live?

So, what does that mean?

She's a girl I met here.

Why do I even have

to explain myself?

Okay, look, I know I

said I'd take no risks,

but...

She's a what?

It's a publicly

trading company.

Livingston's been on the

entrepreneurs to watch list

for the past three years.

He did tell you all

that, didn't he?

Well, not in so

many words, but--

[Diane] Of course,

he's a known player,

but you're smart.

I'm sure you sniffed

that out pretty fast.

Are you sure?

But the man I know

is nothing like that.

I mean, if anything,

he's honestly--

Tell you what,

I'll text you a link

and you can decide for yourself.

(phone chiming)

(dramatic orchestral music)

Hold up.

Your publicist said what?

Cara's a journalist.

Worse, a relationship

journalist,

one whose entire

career, apparently,

is based on writing

about her own life,

about her own dates.

Are they any good?

It doesn't matter.

I don't wanna wind

up in one of 'em.

Look, my publicist, he

said it's probably best

if I head back tonight.

Do what you've gotta do.

I'll get a ride back,

figure something out.

Are you sure you don't wanna

talk this over with Cara.

I mean, maybe there's

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