Couldn't agree more.

After dressing yourself in the warmest outfit you own (a dark grey puffer covering a 'I'm-Spending-Christmas-Eve-Working' ugly sweater and some deceptively warm khakis), you end up in the elevator of your apartment quietly listening to a true crime documentary. Truthfully, you aren't really paying attention to it, its all just background noise to turn your brain off towards. Thankfully, it makes the crawl downstairs fly by, and you're on the ground floor. An older neighbor (presumably a neighbor) gives you a little wave as you pass, and trying to be friendly, you smile and wave back once you realize he was waving at you. He's easily 3 times your age, considering you're in your early twenties, which makes the.. _way _he smiled at you feel that much more odd. Probably just some creep.

It doesn't stick at the forefront of your mind for long, you're already out the door.

The icy air hits you immediately, and the deeply sad looking grey clouds dot the space you can see up into the sky, the rest crowded by skyscrapers and accompanying buildings. The bustling sidewalk sweeps you in the direction of your usual coffee spot, leaving you no time to ponder the sky. A simple sweet drink, something with enough caffeine to make a lesser girl begin vibrating, and a friendly barista! That's what you've come to expect here, and today seemed no different.

You finally make it to the front of the line and see a new man working behind the counter. He smiles, "Jake" it says on his nametag. "What can I get for ya?" He asks, and you smile back. Your usual order gets rattled off, and he nods scribbling it down, though his eyes drift over the top of the notepad between lines, glancing up at your body, more specifically where your khakis hug your hips.

You find yourself a seat and get back on your phone, paying no attention to the staff as they all go about getting orders made, paying even less attention to "Jake" dip into the back room with a cup labeled with your name. Its a few minutes later, and you hear your name. You bolt up, grab the cup, and nod your head thanks as you leave the establishment. Down the street you go, warming your hands with the paper cup and finally bringing it to your lips.