Richard laughed as you shivered, patting your back. The campers had just gone swimming, and the counselors all joined them- including you, despite Richard's warnings.

"Why did you go swimming?" he laughed, amused by your regret. You were always cold, so going swimming just made it worse.

He sighed and took his sweater off, handing it to you. You put it on, and it only slightly helped. He took your hand and guided to to sit down, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to bring you closer to him.

You stuttered a thank you, and he smiled. "You don't have to thank me. It hurts to see you so miserable!" he dramatically replied, fake sniffling. He flicked your forehead, for whatever reason.

It was pretty that day. It was hоt out, but not too hоt- besides, that wouldn't matter even if it was hоt out. If you went swimming in 100 dеgrees, when you got out, you'd be freezing.