A little bell jingled out a rhythm with each step. The cat was tan and brown, it’s pelt smooth and soft. It got up and shook itself off, trotting down the alley toward jack. Jack watched, slightly wary, as a furry mass emerged from between the lumps of garbage and fell to the floor. A soft rustling echoed from the back of the alley. Golden light filtered in, hitting even the very back of the alley. People walked by the entrance, casting evening shadows across the red brick walls. It was clean, save a few fast food wrappers, with a couple dumpsters at the back. He bit into his cheese quesadilla and sighed. She was going to hang out with friends so she insisted he go and look around. He stepped in, sitting against the wall and unpacking the lunch Signe had put together. He was relieved to find a shallow alley where the wind was stilled. He looked around for a place to warm up a bit, but he hated entering stores without buying anything. His jacket pulled tight around his shoulders as he shivered slightly. He wound about shops and restaurants and parks. He took another breath and held it, it was a cold burning in his throat and it felt nice.
He walked down the streets, looking around through shop windows and grinning at the joy in the air.
To see the sights, now that they were all unpacked. He’d recently moved to Brighton and he’d decided to take a look around on his own. (Note: I’m really bad at keeping up with timelines so sorry bout that…also I don’t know Signe very well at all so sorry if I mess her up) sighed and the chill of the November air cleared his lungs.
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