2: Cold

As soon as I set my foot outside the door I shiver. With an annoyed expression on my face I look around only to realise that snow has fallen during the night. White, cold and wet snow. I'm not a fan of snow. Or cold. Especially not the kind that goes through clothes and skin and settles in the bones. I keep muttering about it under my breath while I walk to my car. At least the car isn't covered in snow. While fishing up my car key from my bag I give the snow a disgusted look and then put the key in the lock. What the...? It won't let me turn it. I try again, but it's simply impossible to open the lock without breaking the key. Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic! The bloody lock's frozen solid. God damn! I lean closer and try to melt the ice in the lock with my breath, but it refuse to give in. I draw a deep breath and try to keep myself from screaming. Slowly I open my bag and pull out my mobile phone. The anger keeps making me simply want to punch my hand through the wind-shield so I have to really focus when I dial the number.

"Marielle, it's me."
"Oh, hey Soph. How's it going?"
"Well, if you take away the fact that I want to ruin my car it's going pretty damn good. How're you?"
"I am absolutely fantastic!"
I roll my eyes. Marielle has a special way of expressing her "fantastic", which always makes me realise that something has happened.
"Oh?"
"Yes. Fan-ta-stic! Jacob got me tickets to that Stupen-concert I wanted to see. And I haven't said anything to him about it! Hinted a bit maybe, but not..."
"Yea, Marielle, that's fantastic. Look, I'm gonna be late. The lock to the car is frozen and I have to take the...", even the thought of it makes me shudder, "...bus."
"Soph, have you tried melting it with a hair-dryer?"
"Real cute Marielle, but you know that my hair-dryer requires a cord and there's no way in hell that it'll reach that far."
"Maybe not yours, but mine will. I forgot it at your place last weekend when we went out. Ah, what a great evening that was... Do you remember when..."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll check it. Thanks! See you at the uni, Marielle."
"Later, Soph."

I run back to the house while thinking about Marielle's question. Yes, I remember last weekend. I remember it very well. The black silk dress I was wearing slips into my mind while I sprint up the stairs to look for the hair-dryer. Together with my fair complexion it really is a wonderful look. Or well, then it was. I doubt it will be with this hair colour. I laugh to myself and can't keep back a shout of triumph when I locate Marielle's hair-dryer on top of my dresser and the black silk dress. With the hair-dryer in my hand I hurry back to my car. I turn the heat on the dryer to the max and hope for the best while aiming it at the lock. My patience isn't very high and after a minute or two I try to turn the key in the lock again. Success! I jump in the car, put the hair-dryer on the passenger seat and close the door. Then I start the engine and drive towards the university.