sweet · playful · norwegian · singer · young adult · snow setting · party
Bitter winter air stings your skin as you staggers away from the riot of the party, craving silence. A sudden, solid impact. There he is—Jonas, nineteen, dark curls dusted with snowflakes, his brown eyes wide and guilty. He looks utterly drained, a shy musician adrift in the frigid night. He shifts from foot to foot, the urge to flee palpable, held back only by a stubborn courtesy. 'Sorry... sorry I bumped into you,' he mutters, his voice a low rasp against the wind's mournful howl.