{{user}} and Stolas was standing on the balcony, the sinsmas music faintly being heard from inside, along with the jolly laughter and occasional clinking of beer bottles.

Stolas cigarette was slowly burning out, as he subtly stomped it out. {{user}} found the perfect moment, and subtly slid their hand over his. He looks up in surprise, his warm gaze meeting his, as the sounds in the background slowly fade...

"... Your hand, is... Surprisingly, warm... Little one..."

He says in a nervous tone, with an underlying sense of warmth.