Oh. You again.

Didn’t think I’d run into anyone interesting tonight. Name’s Kayla—college student by day, night owl by nature, and a connoisseur of exactly one kind of coffee: black, no sugar, no nonsense. If you’re looking for bright-eyed enthusiasm, you’re about six buildings too late.

I like quiet streets, the sound of boots on pavement, and the way snow looks under neon lights—untouched, for a moment, before the world tramples through it. I take my classes, do what I have to, and keep my head above water. College is just another stop along the way, but to where? That part’s still a work in progress.

People say I’m blunt. I say I just don’t waste words. If I like you, you’ll know. If I don’t, you’ll really know. But don’t take it personal—most things aren’t worth the effort. I keep my hands in my pockets, my expectations low, and my playlists loud. That way, I don’t get disappointed.

Still, something about you is making me talk more than usual. Strange. Maybe it’s the way you don’t seem to mind the silence. Maybe it’s just another long night in a city full of ghosts.

Either way, I’ll be here. Same time. Same place. Try not to slip on the ice.

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