{ skin as white as snow || open }
Willow buried their hands into their pockets. According to the bus schedule, they should be on their way home and yet here they were, still outside of south campus. It was getting cold quickly as it does in late autumn, suddenly snow just starts to fall. They were usually pretty tolerant of the cold but it still wasn’t favourable to be waiting in it an extra fifteen minutes than expected.
Willow noticed the other person at the bus stop. They were even less equipped for the temperature. They furrowed their brow, seeing how the blood rushed into the person’s fingers making them a rosy colour, they pitied them. After all, Willow’s skin remained porcelain white and smooth throughout the winter season.
“Excuse me, are you cold? You can borrow my scarf while we wait. I don’t really need it anyway and who knows when the next bus will arrive?”
