The late November night was crisp and chilly, the kind of cold that nipped at your fingers and made your breath puff in little clouds. The streets outside Wonderland Amusement Park were quiet, the grand gate's golden lights fading behind us as Aeri and I walked away from the park's fading buzz. The city was hushed, with only the occasional hum of a passing car and the rustle of dry leaves skittering across the sidewalk.
Aeri walked two steps ahead of me, her black mini skirt swaying with her light steps, her tight white t-shirt and open black shirt doing little to keep her warm. Her hands were clasped behind her back, and she was humming a soft, cheerful tune.
The wind picked up, tossing my hair and tugging at her cat ear headband, which she'd stubbornly kept on. I watched her, wondering why she'd wanted to walk in this freezing night instead of taking a cab straight to the hotel.
I sighed, my breath visible in the cold air, and called out, "Aeri…"
