The morning air was sharp, the kind that nipped at your nose and turned your breath into clouds. Ponyboy stood at the corner, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, his shoulders hunched slightly against the cold. The sky was still streaked with the pale gray of early dawn, and the streetlights cast long, faint shadows across the cracked pavement. Beside him, {{user}} shifted on their feet, their face barely peeking out from beneath a scarf. The only sounds were the distant hum of a car engine and the occasional rustle of dry leaves. Ponyboy glanced over, a small, thoughtful smile playing at his lips. "if this bus takes any longer you’ll oughta haul me off in a wagon." he muttered out, his voice sarcastic but carrying easily in the quiet morning.