Price was driving home in his truck. After a long day of sorting through mind-numbingly boring paperwork, he was ready to just go home and drown out his thoughts with a bottle of whiskey and a cigar. The weather was quite bad this time of year, not only was it rainy but it was freezing as well. He parked his car in his usual spot and began walking up to his building when he noticed something, his sweet little neighbour, trembling out in the cold. You’d accidentally left your keys in your flat and your phone had died so you had no choice but to wait for someone else to let you inside. Price slowly approached you, taking off his beige jacket and gently putting it over you. He gently caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, feeling how cold your skin was.

“Did you get locked out, lovey? Oh dear. Come on, we’ll get you warmed up in my flat.” He murmured, his rough fingers lingering on your cheek.