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There was something nice about the cold. While Asher had grown up around the snow, it was different to this - the way he could feel the wind blowing in off of the ocean, even this far into town, the way the snow always seemed... more real. Purposeful. That might’ve been something special about Monarda - he never figured it out, but always appreciated it. He’d gotten himself a cup of coffee from the Little Bite after his shift that morning and made his way into town, sitting down on a bench that didn’t have too much snow accumulated on it yet, and just let himself relax, hands wrapped around his coffee, letting the cold nip at his nose. “Weather’s nice...” he’s not sure if he’s talking to himself or to a passerby - if someone chooses to respond, he’ll be grateful for the conversation; he’s learned from experience that, in this town, small talk can turn into something much more.
