“Did you know that saying goodbye is bad luck?”

Her voice trembled, or perhaps that was imagined by him. He caught a glance of her face, eyes shadowed by her hat, mouth obscured by her scarf. He knew what this meant, what she didn’t want to tell him.

“Make sure to stay warm,” was all he said.

Perhaps that was a tear on her cheek, perhaps he had simply wished there was, but she opened the door and left.

Inside had begun to cool.