The snow hides the best secrets.

Only her eyes had moved to look at him and he had a look that could kill. "I know, but it is over now." Natalya had her hands folded infron of her, she could sense something odd about him. "Strange things make life more interesting," she wasn't just saying that because of what she had done.

Natalya drew her hand back, both hand held the umbrella now to keep it balanced and at slight angle to block the rain, "bigger drops mean shorter rain. I think it will." At least some of the rain brought cool gusts of wind with it and brought down the humidity.

With a sip of the coffee and her approval of the beverage, her head was once again tilted left along with the newspaper. She was calm and also tired which was evident by the darkness under her eyes. Berwald's demeanor did not bother her, in fact she liked that he was not as tqlkitive as others around them. Her blue eyes moved along the page while she read the story about the recent misfortunes. Next would be the obituaries.

Natalya nodded, she had her coffee mug in her hands to keep them warm. Her fingers slowly tapped the red side of the glazed clay while they sat. “We can’t all be saints,” she finally said and pointed to the sugar, “would you hand that over?”

Nodding, Berwald reached for the sugar, handing it over to her, “I guess you’re right, we can’t. But we should try.”

She nodded I thanks and sprinkled a little sugar into the coffee to kill some of the bitterness. Her spoon then stirred the liquid quickly, but there was no clanking to disturb the morning. She then capped the sugar and set it aside for the moment. "We can not prevent other people from screwing up, we just have to do right by what we think." She sipped the coffee again, her eyes closed in approval.

Natalya nodded, she had her coffee mug in her hands to keep them warm. Her fingers slowly tapped the red side of the glazed clay while they sat. "We can't all be saints," she finally said and pointed to the sugar, "would you hand that over?"

Send me “🍻” for my muse to find yours passing out on the bathroom floor during a house party, clearly drunk off their head.

Her mug had been placed down gently against the table lightly, “after last night, everyone might.” She flipped open the paper ans tolted it far left along with her head. Her eyes scanned as she had looked for something to read, such as the obituaries.

He nodded, but didn’t reply, not at first. He avoided looking at the paper, a habit he’d yet to drop. Then he asked, with a small nod of the head towards the paper, “Anything interesting?”

“It says the circus in town,” she answered and licked her thumb to flip the page, “a local sports team won a game… There was a robbery last night, the fourth one in a few months.” Her tone was quiet and soft because of the early hours, but her steadiness remained. Her eyes flashed up to him for a moment, the paper seperating them and then back down to the words.

“I hope however is committing these crimes gets caught,” he grumbled, somewhat grim about it. It also seemed he was reminiscing, or he was reminded of something.

"Maybe they will, there is nothing worse than a theif." She responded in kind and placed the paper down flat, one hand ran over the think sheets. "They don't always do, but that happens more often with murders than theives."

Her mug had been placed down gently against the table lightly, “after last night, everyone might.” She flipped open the paper ans tolted it far left along with her head. Her eyes scanned as she had looked for something to read, such as the obituaries.

He nodded, but didn’t reply, not at first. He avoided looking at the paper, a habit he’d yet to drop. Then he asked, with a small nod of the head towards the paper, “Anything interesting?”

“It says the circus in town,” she answered and licked her thumb to flip the page, “a local sports team won a game… There was a robbery last night, the fourth one in a few months.” Her tone was quiet and soft because of the early hours, but her steadiness remained. Her eyes flashed up to him for a moment, the paper seperating them and then back down to the words.

Her mug had been placed down gently against the table lightly, "after last night, everyone might." She flipped open the paper ans tolted it far left along with her head. Her eyes scanned as she had looked for something to read, such as the obituaries.