We cuddled together in the very last row of the bus and cuddled up. The people rushing around on the frigid Minneapolis streets became blurred by  frost creeping across the window. I kept my mittens on, even though the driver had the heat on high speed. I bury my head into Rafa’s shoulder and pull my scarf up over my face to block the cold air.

-18F is painful. Rafa grabs my hand as we run off the bus. We look both ways and dart across even though the light is red. Rafa still takes the time to hold the door for me when we reach the nearest skyway entrance. We walk together for a little while, but soon have to part ways. He leans in to kiss me.

It’s not so cold anymore.