The Boy, The Girl and The Gun

"That was -" I begin.

"- totally unexpected," Pete finishes while standing up.

He shakes his coat and shrugs it on.

"I never thought I'd face her wrath while offering her my coat…" he exclaims as we continue walking towards our destination.

I don't say anything back.

See, I told you. Sometimes, they do show emotions. I'm glad.

Comfortable silence again falls upon us. Both of us walk side by side. Absorbed in our own thoughts. Directed in the same way. Caused by the same blond haired little stranger.

"We're here," Pete says. He glances back and forth. Right and left. No one's here. A moment later, suddenly, a Black HoverCar passes us, making a shooshing sound in the air. Dude must be rich. Who am I kidding?

We are really lonely here. I see the lamppost at the end of the street. 

"There," I point, "the lamppost."

Pete starts walking towards that. I stand there for a moment and then finally join him, sighing. 

"What time is it?" I ask Pete, then look at my own watch, "Eight past fifteen," I answer myself.

"They would be here anytime now…" Pete said.

The lamppost is famous here. Only it stands as a souvenir of the old world. Typical style. A metal rod rises high in the air, a lamp attached to the rod. A solar panel above the lamp. Seriously? Solar panel? It's in museum nowadays…

Another HoverCar comes into our vision. White. If we weren't desperately in search of anything we wouldn't have seen it. Blended perfectly in the snowy background. 

I thought it would fly past us. But it slows down.

The door slides open. Two people come out. One male, one female. Wearing masks and fur coats. White.

Both of them seem to be teenagers like us. 

The male has shoulder length blue hair. He stands out. His eyes are blue too. Rest of the face is hidden under a white mask. Strong build body.

The female has bleach blond hair. Eyes gray and sharp. Taking everything in. Lean body. Moves like a predator. Sharp and precise. She is holding a gun.