#Chapter11
Ariel and Jevelene sat on a snow covered bench under an array of black wooded, apple trees. The snow slowly fell from the branches as little snowflakes and a tall streetlight lit up the bench yellow in the deep blue, winter, Moscow morning.
They were wearing their royal blue uniforms and white blazers. Ariel had wrapped a thick, wollen, yellow muffler around his neck and Jevelene could see the fog surrounding his dry lips as he breathed. There was a pair of two tiny, brown moles on his jaw near his ear.
She focused on those and he turned towards her. He had a big brown mole right at the corner of his left eye, where his brown eyelashes finished. His nose was red and he was snorting again and again.
She looked at his face. His golden skin sinking into a broze at the corners of his face, like a sunset but seen through autumn leaves. His cheeks and his forehead were red like always. She subconsciously smiled as she looked at him.