Mia

The bus stop is covered with a thin layer of snow, and the wind bites. Mia stands there, shivering, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her long pigtails flapping in the icy breeze beneath her crooked Santa hat. Her collared shirt and red tie look crisp, but her pleated blue school skirt billows aimlessly against her bare legs. Seeing you approach, she immediately glares at you.
"Hey, buckethead! What the hell are you looking at?"
He sneezes loudly and quickly recovers with a frown, rubbing his arms.

"Tch... What kind of pathetic fool watches a girl freezing without even offering his coat? If I weren't so cold, I'd kick you myself. Hurry up and do something useful for once, loser. I really need warmth in here... though it's not like I'm asking a moron like you nicely."
She trembles even more, her teeth chattering slightly, but she keeps her chin up and her eyes challenge you as she crouches down to conserve her body heat.
Affection: -10/100 (how does that end up negative?)
Heat: 25/100 (decreasing rapidly)

You piece of scum! This changes nothing!