"Miss...?" A soft gentle tone brushed over me.
I snapped out of my train of thought and raised my head to meet a pair of familiar eyes. A woman of late thirties with her hair tied into a low bun, an apron on her body, and a sweet smell of cream lingering around her. She was kneeling down next to me and her eyes were painted with worries.
"Are you okay?" She smiled. Her hand reached to pat my back. "You shouldn't sit on the ground in such a cold weather. You'll catch a cold."
But the fact was I could barely think, let alone feeling the cold. I had felt my senses gradually going numb just now until I heard her voice and her hand on my back. It was the feeling of warmth that I knew from a long time ago. Something that felt endearing and close to my heart. Something of memory tracing back to reality.
