God she hated this time of year. It was cold, people were either cheerful beyond belief or surly to the point that she'd punched some guy who'd shoved her out of the way while she was getting coffee at a convenience store. Now she had her coffee in hand as she walked up and flopped onto the bench at the bus stop.
Right now she didn't care who else was there. It was cold and she wanted her damn caffeine. If she never heard another Christmas carol or someone wishing her a merry Christmas again in their chirpy little voice it would be just fine by her.
Of course as soon as she saw the cover of the book the guy was reading she couldn't help snorting in derision. Sparkly vampires her ass.