I would have given anything to stop shivering

When I saw you walking in my direction I figured there must be someone standing right behind me. Are you drunk? you asked as your specter took on solid form. 

You wiped off your chest with a hand-towel embroidered with an apple and something written in cursive. With one deft motion you pulled on a thick woolen sweater; it must have been itchy against your bare skin but you showed no sign of discomfort. You squinched your eyebrows, casting your face in shadow: 

Don’t do that anymore, you’re not like those other girls, it doesn’t suit you. I looked at you the way Sailor Moon looks at Tuxedo Mask, like a cute kitten from the Internet, a look with which you were already well acquainted.