The warmth of the light shone through the glass and out into the bleakness of the frigid winter morning. Just inside the door she stood peering through the frosty glass at the empty street before her. Her tangled yellow hair tumbled over the hood of her bulky purple snowsuit. She had been waiting for him for a while; tiny pearls of sweat speckled her nose. She exhaled a warm breath onto the glass and wrote her name in sloppy cursive.