A New Day, A New Us part 10
It’s fifteen after eleven in the morning and I’m sitting in the park with a mysterious new friend who is all bundled up for the cold. The face is covered in a scarf, a hood covering their head, even gloves and a pair of sunglasses covering the remaining skin. I’m beginning to wonder about the people I’m supposed to meet. Confused at my looking around my friend shakes my sleeve to gain attention and motions for phone, I pull my phone out to call Kyle. My call goes almost straight to voicemail, I scowl a little and send off a text message asking where he is and that he’s late. The reply takes a minute or so to come in but I can see the smug look on his face as he sent it, ‘I’ll …