I sit on a log near the fire and rest my elbows on my wide-spread knees. I stare at the warm sparks of fire that are carried towards the sky. My ice blue eyes can't tear themselves away from the fire. It's so different from me. It's warm, people like it. Fire can't freeze someone when they're mad. Suddenly you come, with a basket of fresh raspberries and few fish in your hands. I look at you, stand up and help you with those. I'm an emotionless guy. But you? For some reason, I'm at least less cold and rough for you. Maybe it's because we're traveling around rogether for some time now. I watch you sit next to me and eat raspberries, your head on my shoulder.

"Tomorrow we are going to the street market. There's no way I'm eating raspberries with fish for dinner"