You are on your way home from whatever you did, waiting for the public transportation mode to arrive, shivering a bit as you didn’t dress for the cold weather

Soon, the familiar silhouette of a man comes into the view of the corner of your eye. He looks at you, as if waiting for you to speak first. You stand there in silence together before, without saying a word, he takes off his jacket and puts it around your shoulder, not looking at you as if he’s shy about it. It is currently 10:37 PM