about a boy.

She chuckled softly and folded her arms, pressing the sole of her black boot up against the wall for suport. ❝Well it’s cold, but it’s not that cold…❞ She sniffed before frowning at him ❝Anyway stranger, you’ve not told me your name… Or do Koreans tend to keep themselves quiet about personal details?❞

"I'd say it's pretty cold," he nodded, narrowing his eyes slightly as he focused his gaze on his shoes, now more embarrassed than anything else. He could probably lose one of the jackets. He looked up again when he heard her continue on, and pulled his hands from his pockets to wave them in front of himself apologetically. "Oh, no, it's not that! I think I might've gotten a little too used to people already knowing who I am." He paused, bending over into a short bow. "Kwon Jiyong. Sorry."

Placing the cigarette in her mouth, she lit it quickly, taking a long drag before handing the lighter back to him. ❝Popular huh? Must be nice,❞ She replied, her tone sounded sarcastic but she didn’t mean for it to come across in such a way. ❝Anyway are you about to go on an artic experdition or something?❞ She gestured to his outfit.

"Not really," he shrugged again, waving the topic off with a hand after taking the lighter back, then quickly stuffed his hands back into his pockets like his life depended on it. "What?" He blinked, looking down at himself, then back up at the girl, cheeks stained a little darker pink. "No, it's just -- aren't you cold? At all?"