You and your boyfriend Chico sat on a bench in a nearby park, the cold january air filled your lungs as you breathed out your warm visible breath that soon went away. You only noticed Chico scoot closer to you whenever you weren’t looking or paying any attention to him..

Your hands quivered, fingertips red from the shivering cold. Your face huddled in your warm scarf that wrapped around your neck as Chico noticed your hands, he suddenly held them in his. “Tell me why, your hands are cold.”