He looked down at the few snowballs he had made. He had gotten bored watching the love fest. As he did so, he thought about Lauren. Which, for some reason, depressed him. Maybe it was because they weren't together.
Oh well, didn't matter now. The only thing that was on his mind was the snowballs. When they got out of the sappy heart-to-heart, he'd fire away. Not at Kristin, God no. Just Lance. He was so vulnerable when he was thinking of or with Kristin. Which made his job so much easier.
"Now we wait..." he said boringly. "I hate waiting..."