It's cold. Very, very cold.
"Coffee?" He said, in a tired tone. He had gotten back from work to find her on the porch by herself.
"I'll just have water" she said, shivering. He poured the water into a glass, and grabbed a blanket on the way back out.
"Here you go" he said, handing her the cup of water. He sat down and wrapped the blanket around both of them, as they talked. Every word blowing through the cold air, visible to the eye. It was slow, it was quiet. Just the crickets. Their words faded as she leaned her head onto his shoulder. Before he knew, she was asleep. It was them and the moonlight. At least they had each other.
