Nats sits quietly in the back seat of the car. It is raining, like always at this time of the year. The November rain trickles down the car window. She traces their movement with her long fair fingers and pulls her jacket closer to herself. A nice hot chocolate by a fireplace would be a splendid idea now -- and throw in a couple of fresh white marshmallows. Marshmallows. She loved watching those bounce carefreely about the warm pool of dark chocolate milk. And finally when they are done with their cheerful dances, and if you have had not already slurp down the whole cup of delicious warm liquid, sink down the chocolate pool in a triumphant finale.
She is in a pensive mood; about what she does not know, not yet at least...
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