#x. lale

The storm had been brewing for a few days but no one had expected this. Caoimhín had always boasted about the mild winters in Paris having been used to the bitter winds and rain of Dublin. Now he was in the midst of one of the worst snowstorms he had ever experienced, and the young man was growing anxious as the night went on. He took it upon himself to go check in on some of his neighbours, worried about those more vulnerable, and had started a safe exit to Belleville Restaurant. The apartment complex was no longer safe, especially now that the power was out, so the residents agreed to all gather at Belleville Restaurant, thanks to the generosity of Mila. 

He was heading back upstairs to do some final checks and grab some blankets and hoodies from his apartment when he saw the brunette. She had been there earlier when he left, waiting outside her friend’s apartment door, but time had passed and she was still there with no sign of her friend. “Everything alright?” He asked, stopping to look over her. Blue eyes glanced out the window at the snow falling and he looked back at her with concern etched on his features.