Jong Suk sighs looking out the grimy window of the subway. The dirty streets of the city purified by the blanket of snow covering it. They are still supposed to receive several more inches and Jong Suk would normally be thrilled by the news but this time the snow makes him feel lonelier than ever. He doesn't like seeing all the couples walking hand in hand admiring the snow.

He puts his headphones in his ears sighing and leaning his head against the cool glass fogging it up. It's been so long since he's had a relationship. He has friends but the loneliness of winter seeps into his bones with the cold. He hates that he can't appreciate the snow like he usually does, he hates that it's ruined by something so petty.

He turns his head and eyes away from the window surveying the train. There are several others there with him; all business men and women at this early hour typing on laptops or going over documents. Jong Suk pulls out his sketchbook deciding doing something would be better than this pity party he's creating for himself.

He sighs again when he looks at what he was working on last night realizing it was a couple outfit. They don’t even do that sort of thing in the U.S. He berates himself and flips to a fresh page. He can’t think of any designs and as a fashion design intern that frightens him a little bit. Instead he wants to sketch the various skyscrapers of Chicago covered in snow. His pencil moves across the paper drawing the hard line of a building, filling it in with windows and ledges covered in snow and Christmas decorations.

 He stops half way through huffing at it. He’s not satisfied with it, it seems today is just one of those days. He places the sketchbook beside himself on the seat and looks out the window once more for inspiration but it doesn’t come. Instead he sees he’s missed his stop. He jumps up, he can get off at the next stop and back track. The train pulls up to the station and he bolts from his seat and out the doors. He speed walks away getting half way down the block before he realizes his mistake. He left his sketchbook and pencil on the seat of the train. It’s too late now.