They hated the cold. Hated. But her art career and his engineering career were pretty much based in New York City. It wasn't all bad, they didn't need a car, they were close to camp and their friends. It was just so damn cold.
It was actually pretty bearable, it was just something they could complain about together. New York in the winter was basically going straight from one heated building to the next.
Unfortunately, snow likes to screw things up and knock out the power in their apartment building.
Then it got cold quick.
They cuddled close to each other on the small love seat under the comforter from their bed. Leo was like a human space heater, but he could still tell Hazel was cold.
"Haze," He said, and she looked up at him, "you still cold?"
"No, I just don't like being in the cold dark." She said. This probably brings back some memories of Alaska or being dead, Leo thought. Fortunately, he knew just what to do.
He pulled his arm out from under the blanket and opened his palm. Flames danced around on it, and their light shone and reflected in Hazels eyes, making them look orange.
Even though the little fire didn't give too much light, it was enough for Leo to see Hazel smiling as she snuggled closer to him. This time it wasn't because she was cold.
