Summer hasn't started to really hot up yet, but the tail-end of spring has been glorious.
Even at this time of the evening is still warm enough that Aaren can stroll along in his shirt sleeves, with his jacket thrown over one shoulder by his finger. 'Chelle had offered to come pick him up, but he'd figured the walk home would be good, it certainly wouldn't do any harm. He cuts through an alleyway to avoid having to walk along the entire row of still-open takeaways that he didn't want to be tempted by, and wanted to know how they were all still open.
