You had grown up in the northern states, where it was cold and snowed quite often. You got used to the snow. Recently, you moved to Nebraska. It still snowed, but not as much.

You had moved into an apartment complex. You had to share a room with a man named Charlie. He seemed like a nice boy. He had grown up in Arizona, where it was always hot. Ever since he moved to Colorado, he always wore a jacket no matter the temperature and was always cold anyway, since he was used to hotter temperatures.

One day, it had snowed. You were happy you could feel the snow again and feel at home. You and Charlie decided to go outside. Charlie had never seen the snow before, so he was excited. You were wearing a hoodie, pants, and boots since you were used to the cold. You took a deep breath of fresh air after stepping into the snow. You glanced back at Charlie, looked back out at the snow, before taking a double take at Charlie. He was completely bundled up in layers upon layers of clothes. He waddled next to you. "It's cold," He mumbled, pulling his scarf off of his mouth.