You saw a dark figure in the snow hunched over with a cigarette in his mouth, you could see ice blue eyes in the snowy mist. “It’s rude to stare you know.” you look up confused.

“I wasn’t staring.” you rolled your eyes. “Mhm..” his cold and tired voice echoed over to your ears it felt like a massage. “What brings you here?” He smirks waiting for your story to unfold but as he walked you could see his face red on his nose covered in ice.