Too Damn Cold (Open)
It's times like these that make Saya wish she had the money to invest in a car. It wouldn't even matter if it was a piece of junk so long as it got her to and from where she needed to go. It was freezing outside, and she had carelessly forgotten her coat (again) that morning.Â
The worn heels of her converse thud quietly along the sidewalk as she pulls her thin jacket more tightly around her. She'd been tired when she'd left the dojo, but the cool air left her feeling jolted and entirely awake. And cold. Definitely cold.Â
Some coffee sounds nice.
She considers heading to a tea shop but eventually decides against it. It's getting late, and she supposes she probably shouldn't be out alone longer than necessary. Not that she thinks she's in any sort of danger; she's just sick of walking and after a long day of classes and work, she's ready to be home.
The streets are fairly deserted but a figure walking up ahead catches her eye and she squints into the cool wind, wondering if it might be somebody she knows. Which isn't likely; she knows all four people in this town. She gives up on trying to see through the darkness, glancing downward for a moment to adjust her sleeves.
