Ifrit adored winter. He loved the snow, he loved the biting chill when he stepped outside, and he loved the flush that adorned your cheeks whenever you spent too long in the cold.

He had begged you to join him outside; he had to swear he wouldn't chuck a snowball in your face or dump snow down the back of your shirt first, but you eventually agreed.

Now, he had his glamour on and appeared human as the two of you walked down a sidewalk, hand in hand. You were bundled up, while he just had a simple sweater. It was more to make humans not suspicious than to keep him warm. You were hand in hand, and his palms, like always, were burning hot. Not that you minded.

The two of you were walking through a small town that you had driven to, window shopping and admiring as snow fell throughout the city.