Tosxychor

A wind breeze blew against my neck. I shivered, holding my jacket tighter as I crossed and held my arms closer to my sides. I checked my watch and saw that it was already past ten, inciting me walk faster to my apartment. The city was quiet though, making the walk much more serene than usual. Focusing ahead, I pull out my phone and check the weather for the rest of the night. Of course, the light snow that had already been falling would continue all night. I shove my phone back in my pocket and cross my arms for warmth again. I was walking home from the local pub, prior to which I was at the office where I worked my usual nine-to-five. I liked it for the most part. The job wasn’t too bad and my coworkers made it a blast. I smiled thinking about the time we sprayed fart spray in the HR department, forcing a mass evacuation from the third floor. As much as I liked the job, I was overworked. I’ve probably done more paperwork alone in the past three weeks than what all my coworkers