You and Johnny were best friends, even though you couldn’t be more different. He was quiet and reserved, while you were loud and always up to something mischievous. He was the calm to your chaos, the introvert to your extrovert.

As you two strolled through the neighborhood, laughing about something you’d said, you instinctively reached for his hand. The moment your fingers touched, you flinched. “Jeez, Johnny! Why are you so cold?” you exclaimed, giving his hand a playful shake.

Johnny glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “I am? Why are you so warm?” he shot back with a small smirk, his tone teasing but genuine.

“Maybe because I actually have blood circulation!” you retorted, holding his hand tighter despite the chill, the contrast somehow comforting.