Despite the town being almost fully embraced by the changes of Spring, the early morning still had a freezing bite which clung to Quill’s frame, chilling him to the bone. He was standing just outside of the bakery, his hands tightly clinging onto a toasted sandwich. He’d been standing there for some time and had yet to make any move past attempting to absorb it’s greasy warmth. Despite his focus on his single source of comfort, he was ever aware of his surroundings and was quickly intimidated by the proximity a stranger was holding to him. He looked them up and down before looking around, seeing if and where he could move to create distance. “Oh, I’m not in a queue or anything, sorry. I’ll just-” He stepped to the side, now no longer sheltered by the building, the gnawing wind-chill took nest in his hair.