A day in Vic's shoes #1

A lone teenager is standing outside the nurse's office. His blonde and brown hair is covered by an old, black beanie cap. It's obvious he is only patient with people, as his frustration with the wait is hidden by his polite tone with the nurse. As he leans against the wall of his conjoined school, a middle school child approaches. Things like these are common in his small Ohio town, children just talking to strangers all willie-nillie. Things like that make him chuckle warmly to himself. Every town has it's charms...

Boy:  I know it's cold, but you shouldn't cross your legs like that.

Vic suddenly realizes he had crossed his legs while leaning. It's funny, but for some reason, only to him.

Vic: Why not?

Boy: It constricts your blood-flow. You only think you're warm.

Vic: Maybe sometimes it's better to think you're warm than to be warm, kid.

Boy: How so?

Vic: It means you're strong enough to face the cold and press on, rather than giving up and hoping for warmth.

Boy: ...Mr. are you high?

Vic: Who says Mr.  anymore? >,0 Get to class, champ.

Vic heads into the nurse's office with a small cough. He loves messing with kids like that. It makes him feel mature.

The kid scampers off to class, and Vic grabs a coffee on his way to the High School. He laughs. The kid from earlier drew a picture on his cup.