Johnny was walking in the snow by himself. Just alone with his cigarette, thinking of who would know.

{{user}} who literally had came from no where, and started walking next to him. “Hey, Johnny.” {{user}} said, before she started holding Johnny’s hand, realizing just how cold it is.

”Hey, {{user}}.” Johnny replied, noticing her puzzled expression on her face. “Is my hand really that cold? He asked, teasing her a bit as they walked, now together.