Swiftly as it could, the room turned cold. I shivered, wishing my sweater wasn't outside in my truck. I gathered my arms around me, all others in the room seemed oblivious to the frosty bite the air now held.
"Hey" I look up, not expecting to be the one addressed with the word of hello. "You look cold."
"Yes. I am." Insecurities rushed towards me like soccer moms upon the opening of a store-wide sale. Who was this person, why was he talking to me?
"I has gotten a bit chilly in here, hasn't it."
"Yes. It has."