It was dark and raining, and yet she still refused to take her bike. She'd been keeping it locked up in her room since her ex had mentioned it in his letter. That little kawasaki was her baby and she'd die before giving it up. Turning the corner, she pulled her hood on and zipped up her leather jacket. No matter what the weather was, she usually always wore a jacket. It was kind of a weird habit she'd developed when first moving to NY. Looking up and down the street, she looked for any sign of a gas station or corner store. Even though she'd been here for a few months, working had taken up most of her time. Plus everything looked different at night anyway. Running across the street, Axelle ignored the angry drivers' honking and swearing. People needed to chill out here. Turning another corner, she realized she had no idea where she was and decided to just continue walking. A store or gas station had to pop up soon or later, it was a big city after all. It was eerily quiet and the street light's lights reflecting off the wet cement just added onto the feeling. Keeping her head down, she stayed close to the buildings and continued on silently. She wasn't scared, just cautious.
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