𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗕𝗢𝗬

ii.

Y'ALL SMELL THAT TOO? YEAH, I THINK IT'S MENELLE FISHY ASS.

𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓

Above the many buildings in Bronx, New York, snow crystals fall from the fewer clouds in the cyan sky, painting every bare surface out in the open with gleaming white.

There's a bite to the afternoon air that's enough to make anyone who steps foot outside to rethink their choice and postpone their plannings of the day; turning their backs away from the cold and letting their legs carry them back to the warmth of their homes.

However, Menelle was excluded from this bunch.

She had plans today and she was not going to back down considering she was the one who made them a few days prior and it was definitely too late to cancel them so suddenly.

But it wasn't until the harsh breeze of the cold, dry air started to loudly whistle in her ear and the slow numbing sensation of her fingers turning like cold stones was when she started to realize what her mother meant when she said, you go ahead and be grown if you want but when your left ass cheek freeze don't call me, forreal forreal.

She was confident before she walked outside; more than one hundred percent sure her that she was prepared for this type of weather but the knitted material of her black gloves on her hands, the gray scarf that was used to muffle her nose down to her neck, the black North Face Gotham Jacket warming her upper body, and the black Adirondack Ugg Boots on her feet were surely becoming insufficient.

Damn, I should have asked someone for a ride.

What a dumb-ass.

When she feels a sudden vibration against her hand inside the pocket of her coat she subconsciously clicks her tongue. She really didn't want to answer since her hands were sitting comfortably in her coat pockets but the little voice in her head was telling her it maybe an emergency call.