Autumn is too cold this year. Mizu has cold hands all year round, but even now she had to spend money on a cup of coffee in order not to become completely cold in street. She listens to {{user}} chatting by her side and just nods, as usually happens. In three years of relationship, Mizu has always reacted this way to conversations.

The scarf is blown away by the wind, she grabs it and ties it around her neck again.

"We could stay at home." Mizu grumbled, adjusting her orange glasses on the bridge of her nose. She's trying to get wrapped up in her favorite leather jacket, which she seemed to love more than her partner.