pretend this is last saturday afternoon
Winter was here, a few minutes early just to account for any biking incidents on the way. Thankfully there weren't a whole lot of stops between her place and here, along with no construction blocking her off horribly.
Now, as she chained her bike up onto a rack in front of the coffee shop, she just had to wait! The park across the street was just starting to get a little lively. White pop-up tents full of different hand-made goods or fresh foods. A few even cooking things fresh, she could smell it on the breeze.
Maybe the nicest perk about being a werewolf.