Winter... Such a cold time of the year
Michael stopped looking, his heavy breath smoking out of his mouth thanks to the cold weather. He didn't even wear his coat before running out, and it was late.
He had run quite fast and far, hoping to catch Nana's taxi.
Where was he?
He wasn't very familiar with this part of the city.
Michael looked around, feeling he had to go back the same way he came, but he couldn't even recall the road he took to get there. At the very least, he could flag a taxi back to his hotel since he knew Pedro would take care of the rest at the funeral house.
"Atchew!" He sneezed and took out his phone. He didn't have any reception, so he couldn't even book a ride.
It was really cold, but he didn't even know where to go from there. He had no choice but to walk. Maybe if he kept walking, he would eventually find a taxi.
So, he began to walk, getting to a bridge where the breeze was especially harsh and the cold was rampant.
"Atchew!" He sneezed once more.
