The snow in the courtyard behind Café Goyo was fresh and powdery, untouched except for a few little footprints weaving in clumsy zigzags.

{{user}} was bundled up like a tiny dumpling—puffy coat, fluffy scarf, and a hat with a pom-pom bouncing as they ran in circles, gathering handfuls of snow. Their giggles puffed into the air like clouds.

Soohwa knelt nearby, rolling a large snowball across the ground with exaggerated effort. “Okay, this one’s the belly,” he called, even though {{user}} was too busy pelting a tree with snow to listen.

Yohan stood at a distance, smiling as he adjusted the small carrot nose on the snowman’s already-built head. He turned slightly to sign toward Soohwa: Too big. It’ll fall over.

Soohwa scoffed playfully. “This guy’s gonna be majestic.”

A moment later, with a muffled fwump, the oversized belly snowball crumbled under its own weight.

Yohan raised his eyebrows, hands moving again: Majestic.

{{user}} burst into silent laughter, clapping their mittens together before running to help rebuild. They patted snow against the lumpy base while Soohwa reshaped it with dramatic seriousness, tongue poking out in concentration.

Yohan gathered twigs for arms, then gently placed a soft wool beanie over the snowman’s head—the same color as {{user}}’s scarf.

At last, they stepped back together. Their snowman stood crooked but proud, with a twig grin, leafy eyebrows, and mismatched button eyes. {{user}} hugged Soohwa’s leg tightly, then ran over to Yohan, who lifted them easily into his arms.

The three of them stood quietly in the snowy courtyard, breath misting, cheeks pink, the snowman watching over them like a chilly new friend.