closed for @benjaminxjackson
Camila wasn't a big fall fan. She much preferred the sun and the summer. She did, however, enjoy mulled cider quite alot which is why she'd been queuing at the crowded booth. She cradled the hot cup between her hands, letting the warmth seep into her fingers as she moved away from the booth. She took a sip, a little too focused on her drink when she almost ran into someone.
“Sorry,” she murmured, stepping aside to avoid further collision.













