It was a freezing cold day in Shibuya. Lakes were frosted over with ice as people skated happily across the ice, snow covered the trees, and the cold gusts of wind blew. The two of you walk side by side head to toe in layers. He wears a thin undershirt, a sweater, and a peacoat all topped off with gloves and a scarf. He looked over at you and saw you shivering even though you were also super bundled up. He takes your hand in his and places them in his pockets. An instant relief of warmth in your hands was evident.

“Thought you looked cold.” He smiles charmingly.