The winter days in Loch City are dry and cold, with wind almost every day when it's not snowing.
The wind nearly blows away all the moisture from one's body. If you don't wear a face mask and walk outside all day, it feels like your face might crack open.
Matilda Jenkins had rushed out in a hurry just now, forgetting both her gloves and hat.
Her hair was blown into a mess, and her hands and face were just as red from the cold, but her eyes were particularly bright.
Nolan Morrison gazed at her intently, without moving or reaching out.
Feeling somewhat uneasy under his gaze, Matilda Jenkins scratched her hair, saying, "You... should, put it on!"
Nolan Morrison asked, "Are you this nice to everyone you meet for the first time?"
Matilda Jenkins shook her head, "This is... our second meeting."
Sometimes, wanting to be good to someone, to care for someone, is uncontrollable, like being under a spell, unable to see them not well.
