TRIS'S POV

Now

I have already downed four Budweisers and just as I'm ordering a fifth I see Four across the bar. He has a Samuel Adams in his hand and for a second his eyes land on mine, but only for second. He seems deep in thought. My stomach did a little flip when I saw him and I cancel my drink. I steal a few glances at him. He is smiling shyly about something, but he does not glance my way again. I grab my coat and leave the bar, making my way through the Pit, leaving the comforting sounds of the Dauntless cheers and the noise as I make my way up to the Pire.

It is the middle of winter, and the glass building is covered in snow, making the compound darker than usual. I see the faint footprints that have been left by the people who have been trying to shovel the snow, but failed seeing as it snowed again earlier on.

I stop by my apartment and grab my winter coat. Black and warm with fur around the hood. A gift from Christina.

Desperate to feel the cold December air, I burst through the door of the Pire and stumble onto the snowy roof. I like to go out sometimes, walk around the city. I go to different places everytime, but tonight I decide to stay on the roof and enjoy the feeling of refreshment that could only be felt in the winter, like an icy feeling of satisfaction.

I never minded the cold. I loved it actually. It made me feel fresh and clean, free of all my problems. A feeling I can't get from alchahol. I can't get from anything else.

TOBIAS'S POV

Now

When I step outside the bar, I instantly feel better. The heat of the bar and the sweat of other peoples' bodies was making me strangley uncomfortable. I normally don't mind this, but maybe it was seeing Tris that made me so uneasy.

I look up at the Pire and see faint footprints apprearing. I don't see people up there a lot, but the cool air against my skin after the bar does sound appealing. I climb the steps until I reach the roof, and the second I'm outside I'm instantly relived. Whoever was up here must be gone now, because there is not another person in sight.

I lie down for a few minutes, not caring about how cold it is. I don't mind all that much.

After pacing around the roof for a few more minutes, I sit on the ledge of the building, not facing the city of course, my fear of hights suddenly kicking in.

I don't know how long I sat there, but my thoughts were interupted by the crunching sound of combat boots on snow. I looked up around and saw someone walking along the ledge of the building, so casually as if they wouldn't fall to their death if the stepped one more inch to the right. I can tell it is a girl by the way she holds herself. Tall and confient, and she is too thin to be a guy.

When she reaches the end of the building, she just jumps and turns around, walking back in my direction, not even noticing me. I almost yell at her to be more careful, but then I realize who it is.

Tris

Why am I not surprised. A short thin girl outside when everyone else is inside, walking on the edge of a building as if it was a sidewalk. I should have known.

Aparently we notice each other at the same time because she catches me staring and I turn away.

"Tobias?" she asks before hopping off the ledge back onto the roof. "What are you doing up here?"

"I needed to clear my head." I admit

"Me too."

"So.."

"So..."

She looks at me for a second before she says "I saw you at the bar."

"Yeah, I saw you too." I reply to her. Well this isn't awkward. I think to myself.

She walks in my direction until she is right infront of me, our faces 8 inches apart to be exact. "I actually come up here all the time. I like to go around the city at night, when no one else is awake. It's nice really, especially in the winter." she says after a moment. I just reply with a nod and try not to look at her too long. I find myself looking at the scar on her forehead but try to focus on the building behind her.

"Do you want to come?" she asks.

I look down at her. "Really?" I say, a little too harshley. I soften my tone when I ask "Where would we go?"

"The places you haven't been to"

"So...everywhere?"

She laughs at this before she grabs my wrist, guiding me to the part of the roof closest to the tracks. We jump on the train, and my stomach does a flip I don't know if it's the train or her, but I ignore it and let Tris lead the way as we take the train to who knows where.