OCTOBER 17, 20XX
Wednesday
He hates the cold.
I wonder if he's even from around here.
I mean, it's not that cold out.
I watch as he waddles over to the heater and press the button.
It doesn't turn on until November 5.
I smile as I watch him bury himself deeper into his scarf.
He doesn't even open his eyes the whole time he waits for the train.
I dig into my pockets and realize that I had an extra pair of gloves.
If only I had the courage to offer them to him.