Alejandro was raised with the heat of Mexico and wasn't built for the cold of northern countries.

You're from the north and were more than used to it while Alejandro shivered.

With chattering teeth, he insisted that he wasn't cold because of the heat in the truck. He always was a horrible liar.

You shrugged it off and leaned against him, hoping to warm yourself up. Alejandro grumbles and pulls you closer to him, as if savoring the warmth you gave off.

"I told you I was fine, hermano/a."