Putting her hot chocolate down on the bench, Una occupied herself with getting at her donut. Upon opening the bag, she sneered, he squashed the damn thing that was mature. Here she thought the old man was supposed to be the adult. Typical, all the men in her life were more childish than herself. Be it her father, or just some generic guy on the streets that she'd have to interact with. Fate was just a miserable old bat who loved company. Sighing, Una took one of the glove fingers in her teeth and pulled it off, exposing her right hand to the biting cold. Depositing the glove in her lap, she swiped up some of the custard in the bag and licked it off her finger. Flat or not, it still tasted good. "Let the feast begin."
As she dug into the delicious pastry, she felt as if she were some sort of carnivore ripping into the innards of some unfortunate creature. Smirking, she tore a large part of the flaky dough, inwardly growling like an animal. It was truly the simple things, wasn't it? Absentmindedly, Una reached for her cup of chocolate, only for her hand to close around emptiness. Pausing, Una turned to look at the spot where she swore she had set her cup. It was gone, disappeared "The hell?"
Glancing around, her eyes swept the ground, halting on what she found. There, between her feet was her missing hot chocolate. Not a drop of it missing or spilled. It was just sitting there, as if it grew feet and decided to take a stroll. There was a chuckle as Una went to pick up her hot chocolate. Which was no longer steaming, the thing was practically a block of chocolate ice in a cup.
Head cocked a fraction of an inch; Una turned the cup upside-down. It was pretty much frozen into the Styrofoam, and then it slowly started to slip out from the confines of cup. Only to plummet to the earth and land, hard, on Una's foot. She hissed in pain and dropped the cup in favor or cradling her now crushed foot. "Son of a…"
There was that laughter again. It had to be him, that thing who was laughing at her. The voices were never this ill-behaved; they never played tricks on her before. Snatching her glove and the remains of her donut, Una ran from the bench, refusing to look back. There was no point in looking, she would never see, she would only hear the sounds, like a crackling radio connection, fazing in and out like always.
