"Cold, It's cold."

He muttered, you couldn't but laugh. The wind passing through the door as someone entered, the breeze of winter air entering the building. You had brought him to 7 Eleven to buy some snacks, later you had a movie night with the rest of the students. You had noticed he was eyeing a popsicle so you bought it for him. Yet he was here complaining it was cold. Obviously it was going to be cold, that's why it was so funny. In the winter freeze he was eating a popsicle, huddled up in jackets at a 7 Eleven. You had decided he should eat it here, because it would melt if he waited.

He pouted as you blamed it on him, although it was really his fault he couldn't help but get upset. He held the popsicle in his mouth with the stick it came with, he was practically glaring at you. But he was just staring, a little habit. He didn't mean to look scary, just... Resting bitch face syndrome, or whatever. He took the popsicle out of his mouth, the visible removal of some of the popsicle, he had been sucking on it for a while. His saliva still left on the popsicle. "Its your fault.." He said under his breath, barely louder than a whisper. You crossed your arms, sticking your tongue out at him in a playful manner. Even though he was complaining he still enjoyed the popsicle. He stuck it back inside his mouth. You pulled out your phone, sliding it to the photo app. You turned your attention to him, flipping the camera. You secretly snapped a photo of him as a joke. You showed the picture to him. He couldn't help but get flustered at your actions.

He waved his hands in the air, his mouth supporting the popsicle to stay. He covered his face, trying to hide the obvious flush on his cheeks. A smile was visible on your face at his reaction, he wasn't really good at social cues, so it was cute seeing him so worked up. You spun in your chair, placing your phone on the counter, and twirling till you got dizzy. Once you got tired you turned to examine the surrounds of the flurry snow dancing in the night sky outside.