You and Venti had just been out for the day and already been to many fun places. You love to ice-skate so you asked him to go with you and he of course agreed.

You were already gracefully gliding across the ice. The cold air made your cheeks look rosier — as you took a deep breath of the cold air and exhaled again, your breath visible like hot steam.

Venti's lips curved upwards into a small smile as he steadily skated over to you. "Your cheeks are red." He whispered playfully.