Adam.
adam always prefered when the weather was chilly. it meant that less people ( humans ) were likely to come out and it just gave him a cozy feeling overall. he hadn’t always been the type of person to ache for that type of ‘warm-snuggly’ feeling. but with his relationship back in the ‘it’s complicated’ section of the facebook statuses – it wsa all he could think of. the match tea from local cafes and pumpkin spice waffles just weren’t doing it for him. he needed one-on one interactions. ‘i honestly am thinking about posting a craiglist post for new friends.’ he started, ‘21+ over, prefers being cross-faded, likes kissing brunette boys and has a criminal record’.
it was some kind of conspiracy, she deduced, that made people in this town friendlier as the weather got chillier. it was as if they knew she’d prefer to be without their company that made them all the more eager to insert themselves into her solitary narrative ( something she was typically good at maintaining ). she’d only just narrowly escaped the clutches of a chatty group of church ladies when she fell into step by adam. ‘ friendly ’ wasn’t the word she’d use to describe the relationship between the wolf and the witch, but ‘ hostile ’ wasn’t right, either. “ considerin’ half this town doesn’t know how to operate a computer, i’d say your prospects aren’t so bright. ” leaves crunched beneath the soles of her boots, serving as pleasant enough background noise in the otherwise still autumn air. “ though, i will admit, your conditions are pretty much cornerstones of my personality. ”
