White Nights| Scott
The wind whipped off the east, kissing her cheeks as it went. Allison stood against the warm glow of the cafe, waiting for the one person she couldn’t help but want to see. Despite the pressure of her life, that weighed down on her shoulders, the thought of Scott seemed to settle her. No amount of scraps and bruises could hold her back from meeting him. Allison smiled at the barista who couldn’t help but smile at the young girl. The love ebbed in the air and it tainted every inch of her. Engrossed in her impatience, she’d hardly felt the chatter in her teeth or the frost that dance along her lips.