Juniper tugged on her boots, the laces stubbornly refusing to cooperate. She sighed, yanking them tight before standing and grabbing her coat off the back of her chair. Caroling. On a date. Hadn’t she already done enough singing at the karaoke date? She wasn’t sure whether she was more nervous about singing again in public or having to make small talk with a whole group instead of just one guy. She was halfway through packing her bag—gloves, hat, breath mints for good measure—when Eve appeared in the doorway of her cubicle, camera slung across her shoulder and a sheepish grin on her face. “Hey, Junebug,” Eve said, knocking lightly on the cubicle wall. Juniper glanced up, surprised. “Oh. Hey. What’s up?”