A cold wind rattle the door, the “open” sign clattering against it from the outside. When it stopped, it only brought quiet.
Miyo took up her teacup as she settled back in her chair and surveyed the empty store. It was one of those days when the call of warm blankets was too strong for anything to compete against.
She smiled, tucking her own blanket around her. ‘Feels like a win all around.’