I stopped in front of the school façade. It’s snowing and I am not wearing clothes thick enough. And what’s worse, I have to wait for my mother because my car broke down yesterday so I have to take a cab in the next few days. Although today is an exemption because Mom told me she’s going to pick me up. I think she’s got to run some errands around the area.
I rubbed my hands together, trying to make the heat from friction enough to warm me up. I kind of feel annoyed that I wasn’t able to check the weather today because I was running late for the first class.
“Here.”
I looked at the person who spoke and saw the man in the kiosk a few days ago. I remember his name. Archer. He’s smiling at me while handing me a pair of thick gloves.
“Huh?” I asked, confused as to why he’s holding it out f
