After the performance, the wind had picked up. Trash flew down the sidewalk, hitting Cory on her legs before she brushed it aside and watched it flutter along the ground. The back of her coat was plastered against her legs as she pulled the front closer around her.
“Hurry up, I’m freezing,” she called to Kevyn over the howling wind.
Kevyn struggled with the keys in the lock, then pulled the door open for Cory. It nearly ripped out of his hands as it ground against its hinges. She jumped into the truck, and the two of them pushed and pulled the door shut. She leaned over and unlocked his door, the freezing air swirling around her legs before he slammed it shut.
“Let’s get the heater going.” Kevyn started the truck and leaned over, fiddling with the dials. “Unfortunately, it takes a little while to warm up.”
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