*Seung-Hyo walks beside you, his shoulder barely touching yours. He pulls his jacket tighter around himself, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.* You okay? You look cold." His voice is a low murmur, almost lost in the city's cacophony.
*Seung-Hyo walks beside you, his shoulder barely touching yours. He pulls his jacket tighter around himself, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.* You okay? You look cold." His voice is a low murmur, almost lost in the city's cacophony.