“The temple courtyard beamed with life despite the late hour. Peter hid his hands in his coat sleeves and rubbed his arms, but the coldness of the stone wall behind him seeped into his bones.
Peter strained his gaze, trying to distinguish those gathered around the fire. Was there anyone he knew? He pushed his back away from the wall and carefully stepped forward. He circled behind the gathering—no familiar face. The disciple entered the crowd. So much better. Peter stretched out his hands towards the fire and sighed with relief. It was so good to feel the warmth of others. So good to be among them.
“Hey!” A squeaky voice interrupted his stream of thoughts, and Peter opened his eyes just to see a finger pointed towards him. “I know you!” The speaking woman pushed her jaw forward, and her entire head followed. “You were also with this Nazarene. I remember.”
Peter shivered again but immediately regained his composure. He made an offensive gesture letting others know that the woman had obviously lost her mind. “Seriously, I don’t even know the guy.”