“You look cold… want my jacket?”

Yuji’s legs swing back and forth, dangling in thin air as the old chair lift’s seat squeaks irritatingly. This certainly wasn’t how he had expected to spend his Christmas night, on the chair lift with a complete stranger who somehow got stuck up there with him.

His awkward attempt at conversation wasn’t helping either, and the cold winter air had you shivering as you didn’t dress accordingly — you hadn’t expected to be stuck up there for so long after-all.