A familiar face

I put on my jacket and looked at the laptop and Mocha one last time and got out to lock the door. It was snowing lightly, so I had my ear muffs and scarf that I had weaved myself. It was one of my proud possessions. To be exact one of the first "unfailed" things I weaved. I had taken up weaving as a hobby last year with the sole thought of keeping away both Daniel and the stress of my work from my mind for at least a while. I mean it kinda helped but kinda not too.