"...not the best idea," Ren muttered through his scarf. All the same, he could hardly himself over the rising winds, wailing incessantly through the noisome night. No, it was most certainly not the best idea to attempt hitchhiking in this weather, as Old Man Winter refused to move on without a fight. Look up and down the road as he might, Ren could see no sign of headlights even in the distance. Large, white flakes began falling, pelting softly onto his face as the wind blew against him. Ren looked up and sighed; snow was the last thing the teenager needed. Drawing the strings of his hood tighter, he picked up his pace.
Only three months ago, he would have found himself in a house at this time; a warm house, though not necessarily with warm folks. Still, even if he wound up dead in a ditch, solid as a popsicle, Ren would not have regretted running away. Here, he was free, and that was surely worth a little frostbite. At sixteen, he had his beliefs, and strong ones at that.
Ren tucked his head in deeper into the collar of his black winter coat, but the icy wind was fast numbing his face. He had to keep moving and hope for the best. If worse came to worse, he could go on all night, he figured, or at least until a lonely traveler picked him up. Fortunately, it would not come to that, as soon he saw a faint neon glow in the distance. The teenager hurried towards the light and saw it to be a sign on what appeared to be a diner. The snow was obscuring the name, however.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Ren made his way to the roadside diner. The small parking lot appeared to be empty, but there were lights on inside. His lithe 5'10 frame bounded up the few steps and through the doorway. The rush of warm air caused his body to tingle as it recovered from the chill outside. As he peeled back his hood, a shock of midnight blue hair spilled forth and brushed across dark eyes. His black down jacket whispered softly as Ren took a few steps inside and looked about.
Only three months ago, he would have found himself in a house at this time; a warm house, though not necessarily with warm folks. Still, even if he wound up dead in a ditch, solid as a popsicle, Ren would not have regretted running away. Here, he was free, and that was surely worth a little frostbite. At sixteen, he had his beliefs, and strong ones at that.
Ren tucked his head in deeper into the collar of his black winter coat, but the icy wind was fast numbing his face. He had to keep moving and hope for the best. If worse came to worse, he could go on all night, he figured, or at least until a lonely traveler picked him up. Fortunately, it would not come to that, as soon he saw a faint neon glow in the distance. The teenager hurried towards the light and saw it to be a sign on what appeared to be a diner. The snow was obscuring the name, however.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Ren made his way to the roadside diner. The small parking lot appeared to be empty, but there were lights on inside. His lithe 5'10 frame bounded up the few steps and through the doorway. The rush of warm air caused his body to tingle as it recovered from the chill outside. As he peeled back his hood, a shock of midnight blue hair spilled forth and brushed across dark eyes. His black down jacket whispered softly as Ren took a few steps inside and looked about.