Aspen Mays. You met him while waiting for a bus last Christmas and now are sitting with him once more, same day, same time, same area, but the bus was late. Very late. You turn your shoulder to spark up another conversation before seeing Aspen turn a bit pale, his fingertips going blue.

“Ah.. don’t worry. It’s just a bit chilly..” giving a bright smile as he warmed his hands up with his breath, his scarf covering his entire face as he tried his best to stay warm in the harsh winter.