I walked up the station steps, the morning air biting cold against my face, my hands shoved deep into my jacket pockets, lazy and dragging.
I was already tired, not from the walk, but from knowing who I was about to face. *This weird bitch,* I thought, my gut twisting. Sara. I had no clue what else she'd make me do today.
I let out a long *sighhhh*, my breath puffing white in the chill, my shoulders slumping as I turned the corner.
There she was—sitting on a bench, one leg crossed over the other, scrolling her phone. She wore a maroon one-piece dress that hugged her tight, a black jacket slung over her shoulders, and long boots stretching up to her knees. Her dark hair fell sleek over one side, her lips pursed around a piece of gum—always keeping that sexy demeanor.
She looked up as I stopped in front of her, my hands still in my pockets. "Yo…" I said, my voice flat, bored, staring down at her.
