He opened his can, allowing a cloud of warm steam to escape. He lifted it to his lips, carefully peering over the edge at the translucent figures standing a little bit far from him. If he didn't pay them any mind, they wouldn't notice him. It had always been like that. Shifting his bag, he started his way home, with his hot drink to accompany him.
Down 43rd street. He'd meet up with his dad there and walk back home together. He rolled the address through his head to the tip of his tongue, back up, and forth again.
His bag was light, much lighter than he was originally expecting as winter break approached. But he wasn't disappointed. The exams may have been crammed in last week, but now that means there's nothing to do now until next year. He'd now have so much more time to play the latest video game with his father. He could just imagine him grinning with his lollipop sticking out of his mouth. He couldn't wait to sit down and listen to the stories and tales his dad would tell about his journeys and his job. Oh, he could just hear his father's gruff, kind voice. A kind that always would reassure him as much as it could scare him sometimes.
Would he like peppermint? That's a popular flavor this season, isn't