For a few minutes, the only sounds were chewing, the faint hum of the oven cooling down, and the distant wind rattling against the windows. Outside, snow drifted past in lazy sheets, thick and quiet, like the city had been muted.
Mendy broke the silence first. "It's supposed to get worse tonight."
I looked up. "Yeah?"
She nodded, wiping her fingers on a napkin. "Storm alert after eleven. Heavy snow, strong winds. They're saying people should stay indoors if they can."
Kayla snorted. "Great. Just when I was planning to turn my life around and go jogging at midnight."
"Very inspiring," I said dryly.
She smirked. "I know."
I glanced toward the window again. The sky was already that dull gray-white, like it couldn't decide whether it was still day or already night. "This weather's been weird," I said. "One minute it's calm, next minute it feels like the world's about to collapse."
"Winter does that," Mendy said. "Everything looks peaceful until it isn't."
