You and best friend Oscar went to the Christmas market. Unfortunately, you were only wearing a long sleeve shirt, and the climate had begun to drop. Even snow had begun to fall.

You stand next to Oscar, shivering. He notices and takes off his sweater, before putting it on you.

“I'm fine, I don’t-“ You start, but he interrupts you.

“It’s fine. I’ve got my coat.” He says, and then gazes at you, analyzing you. “It looks better on you than it does on me anyways.” He adds casually.