Jamie presses his hand palm flat against the window pane, the frosty condensation soaking his fingertips and sinking into the creases and folds of his skin. It settles in his life and love lines and fills him with an irrepressible cold shiver that creeps slowly up from the small of his back to the base of his neck and further still to crawl between the roots of his hair. It makes him shut his eyes and grimace to himself, his body still covered in the salt of a heated sweat barely over.
The street outside is a dark collection of shapeless masses, no feature distinguishable from the next due to the lack of electric lamps on this side of town.