I step up onto the bus out of the snow. It was very cold out today, but luckily I had my warm coat on and a knitted hat. The ground was slightly wet from the treading snow, and I make my way down the isle of the bus. The driver doesn't wait for me to sit down, and due to the wet ground I slip forwards, closing my eyes not being able to stop myself falling. I feel someone catch me, holding me around my waist and looking at me in worry,

"Are you okay?? Did you get hurt?" He asks, looking over me quickly.

"Ne.. I'm fine" I say, standing up correctly. He doesn't let go, but just continues looking over me.

"Are you sure you are okay?" He asks again, brushing off my jacket even though it didn't touch the ground.

"Ne, thank you" I say, a