Snow. The current bane of this entire cities existence, slammed by record snowfalls that rendered roads practically useless.

You’d really, really hoped they be good by now, as your crazy boss has become increasingly demanding that you come into work.

But by the looks of the literal feet of snow surrounding your little car as you appraise it from the sidewalk… not likely.

You hadn’t talked to your neighbor, Simon, all that much, but you watered his plants and moved his car sometimes when he was on deployments… enough to know you should be jealous of his truck in this damned snow.

So of course it’s just then that you hear his gruff, terribly smug voice speak up from the landing that joins the entrances of your two apartments. “Hope you realize that car isn’t going anywhere.”