The cold came suddenly that week.
The city wind bit harder than usual, even under the pale spring sun. Liz shoved her hands into her coat pockets, her breath fogging up slightly as she waited outside the station. The rooftop meet-up wasn't until later, but for some reason… she was hoping to see him early.
She didn't have to wait long.
Wonwoo walked out of the convenience store across the street, head down, camera bag slung across his shoulder. His scarf fluttered in the wind—navy blue, knitted, old but warm-looking.
He spotted her and walked over without hesitation.
"You're early," he said, quiet.
"So are you."
He nodded, pulling something from the convenience store bag.
"Hot drink?" he offered.
She blinked. He handed her a small, warm can of milk coffee.
Liz took it without a word. The warmth seeped through her gloves and into her fingertips.
"…Thanks," she said. It came out softer than she meant.
They didn't say much more. The silence between them wasn't awkward anymore—it felt like its own language. She could tell when he was tired by the way he slouched a little. He could tell when she was cold by the way she curled her fingers tighter.
"Your hands," he said suddenly.
She looked down. Her gloves were too thin. Cheap ones from last year.
Wonwoo hesitated, then unwrapped his scarf and gently wrapped it around her neck. Not tight—just enough. Not saying much. Just doing it.
Liz froze.
"You'll get cold," she said quietly.
"I'm used to it," he replied, stepping back.
The scarf smelled faintly like cedarwood and winter. It was soft. Too soft for someone like her. She swallowed.
"…I'll return it."
"You don't have to."
She looked up. "Why not?"
He met her eyes—gaze steady, voice low. "It suits you."
Her heart skipped.
The wind blew again, but she didn't feel it anymore.
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Later that evening, on the rooftop, they took more pictures—no words, just shared space. The project was almost done. But Liz was starting to think the real story wasn't the city they captured. It was this.
Him. Her.
And everything neither of them dared to say.
Yet.