"Do I know you?"
Was he talking to him…? Jiho could never tell. Not many people approached him in public anyway, but one glance up at the male who had spoken told him he had been. “M-me? I don’t think so…“ he replied meekly, tugging his scarf farther up to his chin and brushing the loosely knit wool across his lips. “Why?“ he added suddenly out of curiosity, unable to refrain from asking.











