Madelene watched as the boy approached her. He only seemed a year or two older than her, which was comforting for the girl who was always nervous when she was alone on the streets.
He was much cleaner than her and wore clothes that appeared to be more expensive, making the young redhead suddenly feel a little ashamed. Looking down she nodded.
"It's always cold," she said softly. Or at least it was always cold for Madelene, who didn't have any fat on her body to keep her warm.