A shiver ran through her as the blast of cold smacked into her chest. Muttering a curse, she curled her fingers around the edges of her dark, knee-length coat and pulled it tighter. Usually, she would have just buttoned the wool jacket all the way up and snuggled in its warmth, but the night demanded that she be more practical than comfortable. Not that she had any room to complain. San Francisco winters were far from brutal. Sure, the breeze might have a little bite to it, especially now that the sun had gone down, but it wasn’t like she was waiting out by the river in Chicago. Besides, she wouldn’t be out here long. Breathe. This will all be over soon. Any minute now, the bus was going to pull up across the street and the late night cleaning crew would pile out of its doors. And when that happened, Sara needed to slough off her jacket and slip into their group. In a perfect world, she would already be on the bus with them, but after this morning’s encounter with Mr.
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