Prologue:
I stole a car last night,
Don't know where we're gonna go
But go ahead and drive
I will take you home
Honey, it's cold outside
And your jumper's torn
But, darling, hold on tight
I will keep you warm
And we will cry till this fire is drowned
And we will write all our memories down
And we will drive till these tires wear out
But darling I—I will take you home
-x
Lily inhaled, counted to three, exhaled. Her eyes hovered upwards, watching the breath billow up into the chilly Autumn air.
Living on the outskirts of the city was something she appreciated. Cut off from the town, small yet just as significant as the next person. Blending in felt nice, pleasantly refreshing. The hum of traffic and buzz of commuters was not deafening, it was faint. The most hectic hour of the day still managing to be calm.
The wind occasionally blew, at irregular intervals and with force. Again, she didn't mind. Although it was cold, it made the park feel even more seasonal. Leaves fluttered down in ones and twos, making the concrete below appear to be on fire. Beautiful rich shades of red, orange, yellow, even some green. All of it compensated for the dropping temperature. She rubbed her hands together, fingers beginning to feel chilly. They'd reddened and she realised she'd been out for a while, just drinking in the atmosphere and her surroundings. It was time to go inside. A buzz interfered rudely. She fumbled around in her coat pocket, pulling out her phone to see a new message on the display.
'I'm passing. Coffee for two?'
With a little sigh, at herself more than anything (or anyone) else for not being able to let him wait, she typed out a reply.
'I'll be in the park square, on the bench.'