“Are you cold?” I quickly shake my head. I don’t want him to tell me to go back to my room. “No. I’m fine.” He unzips his hoodie, slipping his arms out. I catch sight of the friendship bracelet I made tied around his wrist. He was trying to make one for me too, but he had a hard time figuring out the knots and only got a couple of inches finished. He holds out his hoodie for me to take. “Aren’t you going to be cold?” I ask. “I play hockey. I’m used to the cold. I’m warm enough.”
