January wasn't exactly known for the best beach weather, and that just happened to be where she lived. The little space heater only did so much, and after a renegade paper napkin that fell off her little side table almost caught fire, she figured maybe it was time to turn it off, let it cool off, and maybe go somewhere else. With its own heating.
So once she was certain she wouldn't burn down the building, she packed up her little backpack like purse, shoved her feet into her boots, and took off into town, zipping her jacket up as far as it would go.
She melded into the stream of shoppers that walked the streets, most dressed considerably warmer, before she ducked into one of the shops, grateful as a rush of warm air engulfed her. She unzipped, and slipped through the little store, glancing at its wares before popping out into the main internal strip of the shopping center. Her stomach grumbled, the scent of the restaurants from the food court area reminding her that she hadn't had breakfast. It was early enough that for the most part it was abandoned, but there were still a few people catching an obscenely early lunch.
Or maybe she had it all wrong, and these people were still awake from last nights fun. It was the weekend after all, she reminded herself as she mused the options of the wakeing food court.
Saint Sergio
