The wind screeched outside, the snow falling at rapid rates. Luckily, the building you’d come across on patrol had a generator to keep warm…

and shit tons of weed. Next thing you know, you’re sitting atop a couch with your crush of 5 years sharing a joint, discussing your kiss from the previous night.

“A six?” Ellie exclaimed, clearly disappointed.

“There was a lot of people around.” You shrugged, passing Ellie the joint.