90
It was raining. The clouds were grey—the sky was grey. The sun could not be seen. Jin and Ashton sat down next to each other—on a nice bench—at Hudson's River Park.
It was incredibly cold; and they were forced to share an umbrella. Ashton shivered in the cold; quailing in that he thought he would freeze to his doom.
Jin glanced at him. "What's the matter?" he asked, something comparable to mist had escaped his mouth.
Ashton looked at him. His face tinged; lingering rubescent from the temperature. "I'm beginning to think that this isn't a summer at all but a winter."
Jin smiled. "Yeah, I guess it's pretty cold." he said that but hadn't shown any signs of being cold at all.
