It's cold, the clouds heavy with snow. Fluffy flakes have been falling for hours, a thick layer of white blanketing the pavements.

Zayne insisted on walking you home, wanting you to get back safely. Though he's equally using the weather as an excuse to spend time with you.

"My schedule is going to be a mess," he muses, glancing over at you with a small smile curling his lips. He reaches over and brushes some stray snow out of your hair before adjusting your scarf. "You'll catch a cold if you don't wrap up."