The heat of the lobby was a very nice way to be welcomed back into the building. Weiss made sure to take a moment to enjoy it, as her scarf had not been able to protect her cheeks and forehead from the freezing cold outside.
The cold weather had come so suddenly. Weiss had been lucky she'd already unpacked her scarves and winter coat. She really didn't want to be out in this weather without them.
Still, she hoped the cold would stay on just a little longer. In a few weeks it would be Christmas. What would be more magical than having her first Christmas living on her own be a white one?
She pushed her scarf down a little, uncovering her mouth and nose before they could get colder from the bits of frost that had formed on the fabric. Then she proceeded to move towards her mailbox, because despite her low expectations of its contents since she'd only lived there for a few days, Weiss wanted to get used to living on her own and the routines that came with it as quickly as possible.
She removed her gloves gracefully and reached for the key on her keyring. Still not expecting much of it, she flipped the door open.
She was greeted by a bright red, square envelope.
That wasn't right. She had yet to give her new adress to her friends.
Frowning, Weiss picked up the envelope out of her mailbox and inspected it thoroughly.
The first thing she noticed was the lack of a stamp. The letter couldn't have possibly gone through the mail inspection. Whoever delivered it, they had brought it to the building personally.
Her first thought was that it might've been delivered to the wrong mailbox, but that quickly got debunked when she saw someone had used the flat side to write her room number on it. 538. That was her place.
Someone must've mixed up the room number of their friend, she then thought. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if it was for her. Since there was no way to figure out what other room it could've been for, there was no harm in peeking, right?
She closed her mailbox and carefully opened the envelope, which hadn't even been sealed. In it was a card. On one side, there was a picture of a puppy smiling. The other side had something handwritten on it.
Hi!
Hope you moved in alright!
If not, please use this envelope to let me know and I'll help you fix it.
Blake and I were wondering if you would like to come over sometime to have a drink. As friends.
If you need more time to settle in first please do take your time. We can wait!
Either way welcome to the building! I hope you'll feel at home soon :)
Best wishes,
Yang (& Blake) of apt 609
Weiss read the letter, blinked and then read it again. She knew the name Yang. That was the blonde who had asked her out on a date. Blake was probably the dark haired girl who'd been with her when they met.
She looked up as if she expected to see the two girls in the lobby right now. Surprise overthrew her. These people barely knew her and still took the time to let her know that they hoped she would feel at home.
Who does that, right?
It touched Weiss. She immediately decided she was going to write back. However, she wanted to do more. She wanted to give a proper thank you – a gift, possibly.
With her letter in her hand, she proceeded to continue walking to her apartment, brainstorming over the possibilities. And of course, what she would write back. It had to be perfect.
This chapter is a lot shorter, but I prefer getting my message across with fewer words over unnecessarily dragging the story. Next one will be a bit longer again!
