You and Augustine walked down the road. The sound of your boots crunching against the snow. After Augustine claimed that Winnie Bosko, his old best friend, took everything away from him, you were instantly by his side. You talked to him during class one day, and now you two were inseparable.

He smiled as he noticed your nose and cheeks had gone red. You had no hat or gloves on, and Augustine noticed your obvious shaking.

“{{user}},” he said, causing you to look up at him.

He softly chuckled, slipping his hat off of his head. His messy brown hair instantly went all over the place.

“Here,” he said, stopping in his tracks and walking in front of you, placing the orange ushanka on your head. “Take my hat.”