Kayla stood before Tom's front door, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. A red dress hung from beneath a jacket and a paper bag hung from her wrist. She was practically jumping in place to keep herself warm, her platform heels were wet from jogging over the snow-covered lawn.
She knocked on door once more, feeling a sharp pain run through her frozen knuckles as she let out a sigh, a cloud of air forming around her. Kayla began to wonder if Tom was even home. It's noon and he could very well be working at this hour. After all, it is a Friday. She didn't exactly know Tom's work schedule. The only thing she knew about his job was that he worked at the film developing store during the day, and played gigs at local bars by night. If today so happened to be a day that he worked, she thought of just leaving the paper bag at the door with a note that said, Happy Birthday, and her name. Maybe a few hearts around the edges and a kiss in the corner.
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