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The snow's not pouring down again today.
Alex's sitting on a bench beneath a leafless tree—sometimes a drop of snowflake will hit her head and that'll makes her shiver. Her palms rub against each other to lessen the coldness, albeit that doesn't seem to make her warm. She's glad that Worick bought her some winter clothes the season before, but, duh. How could he forgot the mittens as well?
The sound of feet striding closer makes her look up and her heart twitches upon the incoming figure. Nic wearing a winter outfit is a rare sight—and may as well be her favorite. He looks like a kid trapped in the body of a grown up in that light blue sweater and milky white scarf, the mittens wrapped his palms in a ridiculous but gorgeous way. Alex's eyelids slowly shut closed, intending to savor the man's appearance in her mind—and the more she imagines how one day she may try to memorize Nic's appearance today makes her smile grows bigger. When the female finally open her eyes, she's startled for Nic has no longer there—that, until a poke on her shoulder came.
She looks up to Nic who's already stood next to her. He has this skeptic look in his eyes as those obsidian pair bores at her, but she, sheepishly smiles. "Worick?" She asks, trying to break the gawky moment. Alex's neck is stiff already, but if she looks down, she won't be able to let Nic read her lips. Nic sways a hand, Still inside. I don't know what he's looking for.
It takes a moment for Alex to wholly understand it, but more or less, she perceive it. Alex nods before drifting her gaze to the bookstore. It's rare to see Worick going to a bookstore. Ah, now that she thinks about it, winter has depict a total of two rare things and she's in the middle of wondering if there's more. Reticence falls between the two, they're caught up with their own thoughts. While Alex is fidgeting with herself whether she has to tell Nic to sit next to her or not, Nic is thinking of what is she thinks about.
Alex shivers when the wind blows. Again, her palms joined. It's dying cold there but she's not able to enter the bookstore for some reason –and honestly, she begins to wonder if it really is a bookstore. Alex watches her own hands and huffs when she noticed her nails are becoming blue.
"!"
Her head snaps upward to Nic when a pair of mittens fell to her lap. They're his, right? Alex stares longingly at him but he doesn't seem to notice—or refuse to. His gaze locked to the sky and his lips are nothing but a straight line. Alex takes a quick glance over his hands, but they're shoved deep into his pockets. Then she smiles after she wear the mittens, they're warm, unlike the gloves Nic once wore when they were helping Connie.
Quietly she promises herself that she'll try to cook better.