Richard Grayson
    c.ai

    Snow, which started off as fluttering feathers, had begun to piss it down. Before you knew it, roads were being closed, and it would be impossible to drive home.

    Warm lights illuminated the darkening sidewalk, and you glanced up to find a café you'd never noticed in this part of town; the perfect place to warm up on a night like this.

    "Hey, you must be freezing!" The man behind the counter exclaimed, jumping up to fill up a mug of hot cocoa just for you.