Jo
It was one of Charlie's favorite things, the winter season. She did not hide from the cool weather, she enjoyed it. Bundled up in a emerald colored puffy coat, some leggings, a matching set with a hat and gloves, and of course some boots, Charlie found herself sitting outside, with soft music playing from her phone as she just crossed her legs, and took in the beauty of the weather and the campus.
Walter
Vizhkir was at home in the cold. A smile was plastered on his face as he watched the white puff from his breath fill the space in front of him. He always thought that was cool to watch, and he would purposely blow from his mouth just to watch the cloud. 

He was dressed in his plain leather jacket, an item that was once his father's. He heard music as he walked, looking around with his eyebrow cocked up in an inquisitive look.
Jo
Setting her phone down on the short brick wall where she sat, Charlie stood up and brushed off any snow stuck to her pants. 

She couldn't help herself, even she was caught up in the music, even beginning to slowly dance to it. It was obvious, even from the small movements she was doing, that this girl was a well trained dancer. She wasn't fully dancing, only just allowing her body to move in whatever ways seemed most natural for the soft classical violinist music, taking her focus completely off of the environment as she even began to hum along.
Walter
Vizhkir continued along his walk, still looking for the source of the music. He found himself whistling along with the tune. 

He looked down at the ground, watching the sun glint off of the soft snow. The trees were barren of their leaves, minus of course Conifers whose green needles were dusted with powdery snow. By now he had stopped whistling and walking, instead taking in his surroundings. He felt homesick, he missed his dad and his grandfather. He missed the Red Square with it's beautiful buildings. His eyes eventually found a girl dancing. Though he quickly averted his eyes not wanting to embarrass her or himself. He lit a cigarette, feeling the burn of hot smoke on his tounge as he looked at a particular tree.
Jo
The crunching of the snow behind her startled her, a quiet 'eep!' would leave her as she scrambled to turn the music off. Once it was off, she quickly pulled her hair behind her ears and cleared her throat, adjusting her loose glasses to face the person who'd approached. 

Turning to see him smoking a cigarette, she went back to sitting on the short brick wall. "Hey.. I'm sorry if the music disturbed you or anything, sir."