Cold. The air is... cold. The sun is shining, it's seventy-five degrees today. But the air... It's cold.

People line the streets, walking in a perfect line. Same with cars. Everyone stays on their right, that's how it's always been. That's how it's supposed to be, right?

Two girls sites at a booth in a cafe. "Layla..?" One asks reluctantly. She has golden blond and bright blue eyes, they seem to radiate color. The girl opposite of her has dark brown, almost black, hair, and grey eyes with a tint of blue showing through them.

"Yes?" She asks turning her head back to the blond. "Are you okay? You look kinda, absent." The black haired girl, Layla, had been looking out of the window for almost the whole of the time that they had been at the small cafe. "No, I'm fine." Layla showed a smile, as if to show the blond that she was happy.

Happy... yet cold.

Hey guys, first story. Let me know if you want me to do something more with this or not. I might add some more chapters to it, depending on if you guys want me to or not. Thanks for reading! Bye!