Re: In Person: Steve/Sharon
[Steve was standing in front of the open refrigerator, letting the artificially cool air roll out and over him. But it didn't have that... scent... of the cold, of snow and ice packed brittle, the scent that Steve swore he could still smell sometimes, even with the hot yolk of the sun hanging low. He blinked and stowed away some of the would-be dinner's ingredients. He glanced over at Sharon as she came in to the kitchen after allowing herself the respite of a sigh.
He closed the refrigerator door to look at her, arms crossing over his chest. Steve didn't mean for it, but his expression remained stern.] What do you think?