It was cold that night. It wasn't just the temperature. There was something in the air that made it cold. Ronnie knew that cold feeling. She used to be the cause for it, but not tonight. Tonight it was something different. It seemed colder. She heard someone coming up behind her. She didn't have to turn around to know that it was Michael.
"You feel it to." He said. It wasn't a question. She nodded. "Do you know what it is?" Once again, she nodded. "And you're just gonna stand here, not do a thing about it?" She didn't respond this time. "How can you be so cold?"
"You have no idea how cold I can be. You met me under seven hours ago and you ask me why I'm so cold?" She was still staring past the lake and into the woods. He just walked back toward the school. She knew he was disappointed, but he had no right to be. They had just met and he was already making judgments. Whether they were true or not wasn't the point.