In a hipster area

"Honey, where is our AirBnB?" Joanne asked wearily.

"It's in Wicker Park," Lacey answered, "which is very trendy. We're in an apartment on a busy street that's only a block or so from the train. It appears that we get off at Damen."

"That's nice."

"Yeah," Lacey said. She hoped that the train would stop being in the middle of a highway and exposed to the elements. Thankfully, the train left the highway and entered a subway. Lacey didn't get too terribly warm from this, but at least the wind stopped being so biting. This was a cruel prank on Lacey, as after a while the train came back up from the subway and was once again out in the open.

"Oh, come on!" Lacey shouted dejectedly.

Eventually they got off at their stop. Lacey was not yet hypothermic, as the train kept her nice and warm, but nor was she comfortable. She exited the train and felt the cold wood of the station platform and the sand on her feet. This was followed by the metal of the stairs, the granite of the station house floor, and the concrete of the sidewalk, not to mention the snow whenever she couldn't avoid it, the wind, and the stares.

The two walked up and saw a busy intersection; despite their condition, they couldn't help but be impressed by a Gothic structure rising up several stories, and even a fancy classically-designed Walgreens. Meanwhile, they were not unnoticed. Several drunk bargoers stumbled around them.

"You go, girl!"

"Yeah!"

"That's awesome!"

There were also some tsks and tuts, and some concerns for the two's safety. Lacey was indeed starting to get red, and not just from embarrassment.

Luckily, the AirBnB was a short walk away and the two buzzed themselves into the alcove and into some heat.