Nikolas shivered a little under the heavy long coat he wore, pulling it a bit tighter around his frame before tucking his nose and mouth under the protection of the wool scarf wrapped a few times around his neck. It was a new year, and with it always came hearing news about people making their resolutions. For him it was better to come up with goals for the year--easier to manage, easier to obtain. Setting resolutions just... well.
He often spent time helping friends out with setting up how they might want to go about their resolutions. None of them stuck.
Goals seemed far more effective, to him at least. It was a hypothesis he was at least curious to try and put to the test with some people.
But now was not the time for dwelling on such things. The crisp evening found Nikolas moving down the sidewalk, snow drifting through the air at a steady pace. The smells of a bakery on this street drew him forward, intent on settling in for a little while with his laptop--currently settled in the satchel slung over his shoulder and across his chest. A warm coffee, or maybe a hot chocolate, and a fresh, gooey cinnamon bun would be divine right about now... He hurried along, wanting to spend as little time out in the cold as possible, especially when he could see the bakery up ahead.
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