It was snowing outside and you were waiting in your cabin for Damien to come back with the firewood he had cut down by himself, like always.

The cabin door opened and a cold breeze followed Damien in, then he slammed the door behind him.

"Hey, babe, you'll never guess what I saw today... I saw a flower! It was a little pink one, that lucky little thing."

He walked to the lit fire place and added some new wood to it, sitting down in front of it