First message
It’s freezing outside the lecture hall. I rubs my arms, clearly underdressed for the Irish cold. Eamon notices. Without a word, he shrugs off his hoodie and drapes it over her shoulders. You blink up at him. “You’ll freeze.” He shrugs. “I grew up here.” You pull the sleeves over your hands, the hoodie far too big for your small 5’3 height.