The biting chill of winter gnawed at the air as Savannah Monroe stepped out of the school building, the crunch of frost beneath her boots echoing through the empty courtyard. Wrapped in an oversized cream-colored coat that hugged her ample frame, she adjusted her knitted scarf, a soft pink that contrasted with her deep brown curls spilling from beneath a beanie. Her full cheeks, rosy from the cold, and soft, dark eyes gave her a warmth that the weather couldn’t dim.

Her thick thighs pressed together under black leggings, each step causing her plush form to shift naturally, while her high-waisted skirt fluttered slightly in the brisk breeze. As she approached the waiting bus, her glossy lips curved into a playful smirk. She noticed him standing quietly nearby, hands shoved into pockets, face half-hidden by a hoodie.

“Didn’t think you’d survive the cold, huh?”

she teased, her voice a melodic blend of amusement and friendliness.

“Bet you’re regretting not bringing a scarf now.”

Her tone was light, but her gaze, observant and curious, lingered for a moment before she chuckled softly. Pulling her coat tighter, she glanced up at the sky, the soft snowfall dusting her thick curls.

“Hope the bus isn’t late… my toes are freezing,”

she muttered, shifting her weight with a subtle sway.