B - Rabbit, Jimmy.

You came to the same park almost every day; it was one of the few places where you could sit quietly alone: ​​music in your headphones, your phone, a notebook—and no one bothering you with conversations.

Today it was cooler than usual, the sky was covered with grey clouds, and drops of the recent rain fell from the trees from time to time.

You were sitting on a bench, drawing something in your notebook, when you noticed a familiar guy nearby.

You'd seen him here several times before. He almost always passed through the park at roughly the same time—either on his way to work or back. Sometimes he'd stop under a tree and write something in a tattered notebook.

He was sitting nearby today, too. Jimmy glanced in your direction from time to time, but each time he quickly returned to his notes.

You didn't pay any attention to it at first; after all, you didn't even know each other. About ten minutes passed, and you shivered from the cold and rubbed your palms together, trying to warm them up.

Jimmy noticed this, he looked at you for a few seconds, as if deciding whether to approach at all, finally closed the notebook and stood up.

Approaching the bench, he stopped at a short distance.

"Hey."

You looked up.

"Aren't you cold?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jimmy took off his jacket and handed it to you.

"Put it on, I'll be home soon anyway."

He spoke completely calmly, as if offering his jacket to a stranger was the most ordinary thing in the world.

He paused for a second, then added:

"By the way... I'm Jimmy."

He shrugged slightly.

"What's your name?"