It was the middle of winter and it was freezing cold. You had an argument with your parents and ran out to the convenience store. You were about to buy hot cocoa but realized you didn’t have money. You sighed and walked out, sitting on one of the chairs outside the store. You watched the snow fall to the ground before a soft but firm voice scared you.

“Here.” You turn to the voice, seeing an angelic boy holding out a cup of hot cocoa for you, giving you an innocent but stoic expression.