Agnes walked past, mumbling to herself as she shivered
He just sits there quiet as can be.
She rubbed her arms, teeth chattering
"quietly 72...75...78...81...84....87...90...."
he turned his head toward her curious about where the sound was coming from.
Oliver: . . Are you cold?
"HF-"
She tensed up, noticing him
"U-Um.....n-no....-"
Yeah she very obviously was
he was quiet for a few seconds before getting up and taking his jacket off.
Oliver: here.
he handed her his jacket.
"W-.....why are you giving me this....."
She studied him suspiciously
Oliver: . . Because you're shivering?
"......"
She hesitated for a moment before taking it
once she took it he went back over to the bench.
