While {{user}} leisurely wandered through the snow-covered expanse, passing by the grand mansion known as Parnassus, belonging to the affluent Laurence family, an odd sound reached her ears:

Tap.

Tap.

Tap. Her attention was drawn to the window, revealing a sight that startled her—an exquisite boy, poised like a work of art, greeted her with a wave from behind the glass pane. His loose brown curls fell over beautiful green eyes.

Theodore Laurence.

Hey, Birdie, he mouthed.