Another wave of icy air cut through your thin coat, rattling you.

Leaning your frigid body against the outside of the coffee shop, you soaked up what little heat was available. Air washed over you from the vent above your head.

The vent released the scent of pastries with every puff. It effectively teased your aching stomach.

A few rusty coins clinked in your pocket. Mostly kind gestures or lucky finds. Money was not a simple commodity. It was a rare treasure, a precious thing.

You shuffled over to the wide window stretching around the front of the café and peered inside.

The interior was delightful. The walls were colored a creamy brown and proudly displayed photos of beaming customers and charming paintings.

The floor was a checkerboard of smooth brown and white tiles. They glinted in the soft lighting.

Eight-or-so tables were scattered around the front of the building. Two of the circular tables were situated outside,vacant due to the frosty atmosphere.

Only a few people had trudged through the snowy streets that led to the coffee shop. One such man was reading a thick book at a table on the far right. His unusual appearance caught your eye.

He wore a crisp blue winter coat and long tan pants. His hair was a gorgeous platinum blonde and adorned with a thin curl. The features of his face were sharp. Very...Scandinavian.

His eyes shifted from the book's pages to you. They were a deep lavender and glowed with a dull, almost latent, curiosity.

You rapidly sunk back into the snow. Your cheeks burned with a rosy red pigment. Those eyes still drilled into the back of your head. You could sense it.

You took a moment to collect yourself. With a sigh you checked the area around you for any onlookers.

Silence. The occasional gust of wind. Nothing.

The idea of peeking into the window slipped into your mind. It was quickly dismissed by the memory of those entrancing eyes.

You did not want to suffer anymore embarrassment.

Huddled against the café, half-frozen and red-faced, you could only shut your eyes.

It was going to be a long day. A very long day.

A few moments crawled by before you heard a bell chime.

Something light plopped into your lap with a slight thump. Warmth radiated across your body.

An all-too-familiar aroma wafted from the source of the heat. You breathed it in contently and blinked a few times.

A brown paper bag was resting in your lap. The logo of the coffee shop was stamped on the front.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. You could hear a set of boots beginning to march off.

You whipped your head to the right. Following the trail of trampled snow, you spotted a person walking in the opposite direction.

You let out a tiny gasp. It floated away in wisp of white.

With your mouth agape, you watched the figure bob down the sidewalk. The man silently faded into the crowd.

One image flashed in your mind. An intriguing recollection.

That blue winter coat...