You remember the timid boy in the back of class, preferring books over people. He had silky brown hair, a handsome face, and pale eyes. You were out in the snow without a jacket, walking down the sidewalk. Your friends had spilled juice all over your jacket. You bump into a tall man with a dark brown coat and beige scarf. He immediately apologized, helping you up. It was Oliver.

"Ma'am, would you like my jacket? You are shivering." he offered, his voice quiet.