Longfrost
Cherie’s shock of lengthy red hair waved in the chilled breeze as she stood waiting for the door to be answered. She was suited in hiking boots and several layers enough to keep herself warm. A shorter, young man with a coffee complexion heaved open the door, and behind him bounced an elated figure with colourfully extended hair. Smiles glanced all around. “Tariq! Abz!” said Cherie, leaning in to synchronously hug them both. “Hey!” they responded.
