“Here’s good！” Serena announced to her driver as the Lincoln Town Car sailed past Nate’s limestone town house on Eighty…second。 Normally； Serena was embarrassed that her agent demanded she be provided a town car for transportation to and from Coffee at the Palace shoots； but today； she was thankful that she could easily slip away from the soundstage。
“Sure thing；” the driver said easily。
Serena slipped out of the car and bounded up the snowy steps of Nate’s town house。 As she ran； she didn’t notice the fresh set of footprints on the snow leading up to the door。
She yanked off her ugly red Hermès goatskin driving gloves； a gift from her chain…smoking LA publicist； and stuffed them in the terra…cotta planter sitting to the left of the entrance。 She pressed Nate’s buzzer with her red polished fingernails。 It was dark outside； and the freshly falling snow made Serena feel nostalgic。 Always on the first snowfall of the year； she； Blair； and Nate would meet for hot chocolate； then sit on the steps of the Met； not caring how cold it was。 Maybe she and Nate could go there tonight。
“Hello？” Nate’s voice sounded sleepy。 Had she woken him up？
Not really。
“Natie！” she yelled into the inter； trying to calm herself。 She didn’t want to just burst in his room and profess her love。 “It’s me and it’s freezing！”
“Serena？” His crackly voice sounded incredulous through the inter。
“No； silly； it’s your mom。 Of course it’s me！” she said impatiently。
“Oh。” Nate paused and Serena held her breath。 She didn’t have another script to follow。 Nate had to let her in。 “e in；” he said finally； pressing the buzzer long and loud。
Serena pulled open the door； ran up the stairs； and burst into Nate’s bedroom。 One of the best things a