Dawn shivered. She was wet from the rain and freezing from the wind. As she untied her scarf to adjust the collar of her light sweater, there was a huge gust of wind. It yanked the scarf from Dawn's arms. She helplessly watched it dance away like a ballerina, twisting, turning, spinning. The cold suddenly seemed even colder to Dawn now that she didn't have her scarf. "I should've listened to Brock and wore a proper jacket."
"Yeah, you should've but you didn't."
"Paul!" Dawn exclaimed turning on her heels so fast she fell on her face, landing at Paul's feet.
"Hello, Troublesome" he said gruffly.
"Paul, don't just stand there! Help me up!
Paul looked down at Dawn, "no thanks."
"What do you mean no thanks!" she yelled.
Paul's cheek twitched, he was obviously having fun with this. "It means, I do not want to help you up."
Dawn scowled and stood up by herself. Another gust of wind blew by causing the girl to wrap her arms around herself.
This, Paul quickly took note of. "You're cold," he said.
"Well, obviously I'm cold! I'm wet and it's like forty degrees out and I lost my scarf!"
"Where'd it go?" Paul's voice had a sudden gentleness but Dawn was too busy being cold to notice.
"It flew away," the girl told him, her teeth chattering.
Paul untied his own scarf and held it out in front of Dawn. "Take mine," he whispered softly.
She blinked in surprise, reaching for it. "Really?"
He nodded."Look Dawn, as much as I want to stay here, I gotta go. Stay warm." With that Paul took off, he had showed a side nobody had ever seen before. But all that mattered is that it kept Dawn safe.