Literature
AmeCan Oneshot - Winter Night
Alfred brought a hand up to his face, breathing out and watching as his breath lifted into the air. He was never too fond of winter, but he had to admit to enjoying being able to see his breath. It was just interesting to watch, and it was definitely something he could not do in the summer.
Turning his head, Alfred looked at Matthew, who was sitting next to him on the bench. They had been out there for a good twenty minutes, and the Canadian still managed to remain mad at him. After nearly falling asleep at the wheel half an hour earlier that night, Alfred had managed to crash his car into a nearby phone poll. Luckily, neither of them had go