It was cold, even though there were people around us. It still felt as though we were feet apart. You didn't hold my hand and I didn't give my scarf.
Pity.
I looked at the expression on your face in Hope's to figure out what you were thinking about. Neither of us were cheating. Because neither of us wanted the constant thought yet still. You looked at me.
Were you asking yourself the same question ?

We walked. Down to a restaurant. The restaurant was open and suddenly the sun was out. You smiled at me, "I was so hungry". And suddenly all the frost had melted and we commenced onwards with a great meal.

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