I stepped out into a wash of bright LED panels and polished concrete floors, the air humming faintly with the servers behind the glass security wall. A pair of engineers were camped on the couch near reception, half-asleep over energy drinks.
I pushed through the revolving doors and into the cold, zipping my jacket up to my chin. Snow was falling hard now, the ground already buried in white. A couple of smokers huddled under the company awning, but I kept walking, boots crunching, down the slippery stairs toward the parking garage.
Thankfully, my car was in the closest spot. After barely five steps I reached it, unlocked the door, and slid into the driver's seat.
"Fuck, I'm freezing."
I started the engine and cranked the heat. Hot air whooshed from the vents as I pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it. Smoke curled lazily toward the roof while I eased the car out of the parking space and headed for the exit.
