A young girl wearing a pair of pink shoes and plaided skirt walked beneath the night sky into the park as she sat down at one of the benches. She had not seen the boy, for he was on the opposite end of the park, blocked by the large oak tree in the center. White breath escaped her lips as she tried to warm her hands, tucking them into her arms and pulling her scarf tighter around her neck.

She slipped her hand into her pocket slowly and carefully, only wincing at the sudden iciness that her phone had accumulated. If only it could stay warm instead of her having to heated it with her own hands, but it was a minor nuisance.

Her fingers rapidly dialed a number on her phone as she held it up to her ear and waited patiently. A faint tune would filled the air beneath the tall oak tree in the center of the park, but she would not be able to hear it. She was simply too far away. Again she would dial and again, but no one would answer the call and she would not hear the tune.

She clicked the phone shut and stowed her phone in her pocket as she rose to leave the park, she had spent enough time as it was. The small tapping of her shoes would slowly fade away and come to a stop altogether as she exited the gate of the park pulling out a small scrap of yellow paper. Crudely written words were scrawled upon it, but it was those words that had brought her here.

A small gust of wind blew past her, taking the note from her hands and into the air. The girl took a few steps to chase after the note, but hesitantly stopped. There was no need to chase after the note. It probably wasn't meant for her in the first place.

The young girl slowly walked home with a heavy heart and the absence of warmth.