The snow is a beautiful thing. As delicate as a flower petal, as pure as a dove. You often pause to admire it, as you were now after your shift ended.

But you had forgotten to put on warm clothes, so as you daydreamed, you didn’t realise your cheeks and nose turn red, the soft points of your hands numb.

Your coworker, Felix, was tall and quiet. He was well liked because of his work ethic, but rarely spoke outside of small discussions. Nobody knew much about him.

As he too finished his shift, he noticed you slowly freezing as you gazed into the swirling river of snowflakes. He sighed and wrapped his large wool coat over your shoulders, his warm breath tickling your neck. The coat smelt addicting, the fragrance of his cologne and a hint of smoke.

“You shouldn’t stand out for long, especially without warm clothes.”

He murmured gruffly with a sigh. He was worried and it showed.