"It's okay, just a broken cane." Phil ran his hand through his hair, seemingly glancing at Tifa nonchalantly.
The four of them just stepped onto the street, the sky darkening.
"Coach, I'm going home." Tifa waved, she didn't live near Casio, Phil, and the others, her home was in another direction.
"Hmm, go ahead, stay safe." Casio nodded.
Phil beside him waved in the distance.
The streetlights on the side of the road had started to work, their dull yellow light faintly illuminating the ground. The neatly arranged dark grey bricks formed a grid pattern on the street, with a few black trash cans occasionally lining the roadside. An old newspaper was carried away by the cold wind.
The three of them progressed along the side of the road, ahead continuously extended towards the city's main road, occasionally you could see the distant shadows of cars passing by.
