An Afternoon

        She stood at the doorway, rubbing her arms through the oversized polo that she was using as a windbreaker. She raised her hands to her lips and blew on them. When that didn’t work, she took off her glasses and used the end of her make-sift slate blue jacket to clean them. Her fingers remained cold and icy stiff.

        Momentarily, she wondered why she even stayed. She could have picked up her small black school bag ad her clipfile (crammed half-full of useless anime pictures and other-half-full of equally useless test papers) and walked home. She looked at the watch left on the table. She corrected her previous thought with a snort. She would just walk down and catch her bus. The late bus at that.

        She looked up ad saw her coming out of her club meeting. “Hey” she called out.

        A pair of eyeglasses turned and dark brown hair flipped. An elegant eyebrow was raised in response.

        “You left this” she picked up the watch from the table and held it out at arm’s length at the other girl’s direction.

        A quick grasping at her wrist produced a sheepish smile from the other girl. “Thanks”

        The watch was taken and she pushed off the doorframe she ended up leaning on “Welcome”

The end