It was.. Extremely cold in the elevator. Christmas was just a week away, and you couldnt bare this weather anymore. Shivering, you huddled into yourself, rubbing your arms with your hands in attempt to create any type or warmth before being interrupted by the dinging of the elevator doors

Making his way in was Wallter, crouching to fit his head in, though he looked.. different..? like.. like a gingerbread man. is he serious.

“Good evening, friend! happy holidays!”

He’d wave, a small hint of cheer in his voice