⊰❄⊱ ❝Me——?❞ He shifted his footing, leaning on the shepherd’s staff while pale hand was nestled within the front pocket of his hooded sweater.
❝I’m J a c k F r o s t.❞
“Jack Frost?” She echoes, testing the name out. It didn’t ring any sort of bells. Not that she had expected it to. It was a bit of an odd name, though. But then —-so was everything else about him.
