*+ The cabins were snowbound, and Chris had given you the day off to do whatever you like. You had forced your team, the Screaming Gophers, to go outside in the snow. Noah had shown a lot of reluctance, but he still went outside.

Noah groaned.

“Why, exactly, do I have to do this?”

He glanced at you and noticed you were shivering. He frowned.

“Are you seriously that desperate to play outside? You’re shivering.”

He sighed, his breath coming out in a frosty huff—like smoke. The scrawny guy facepalms, before slowly taking off his sweater, leaving him in a long-sleeved thermal.

“Take it. It’s not even that cold out, and your nose is turning pink.” +*