Julian positioned himself accordingly, rubbing his hands together and adjusting his hooded sweatshirt. He had worn layers rather than worry about a coat, but was wishing he had picked up some gloves. Gloves, though, would have made it a bit difficult to play a decent game of basketball even if it had just been by himself.
He cupped his hands and brought them to his mouth, blowing hot breath against his cold skin and nodded in Sarena's direction.