The cemetery, Wenesday night
Oz was feeling nostalgic. Which was why he was roaming through the cemetery at night. Though to be fair it had never been this cold in Sunnydale. Well maybe that one time. He wondered what had become of Cordelia. She hadn't stopped by his shop in awhile. For that matter, neither had his boss. But he was still getting a pay check, so that was nice.
One nice thing about the cold, the microwave burrito he'd brought with him had cooled nice and quickly. Though the foil he'd wrapped it in kept it from getting unpleasantly cold. He stopped at a bench and munched on it, letting his thoughts wander. He continued to meet really cool people here. And while it was a bit lonely, it was never boring. He was glad he'd come.
[Open! Just in case you also care to hang out in a cold cemetery at night.]
One nice thing about the cold, the microwave burrito he'd brought with him had cooled nice and quickly. Though the foil he'd wrapped it in kept it from getting unpleasantly cold. He stopped at a bench and munched on it, letting his thoughts wander. He continued to meet really cool people here. And while it was a bit lonely, it was never boring. He was glad he'd come.
[Open! Just in case you also care to hang out in a cold cemetery at night.]