Something about snow always seemed so pretty. It was a bit of a stretch to say romantic, but working at a cafe in the winter gave that vibe. It was nice, and you couldn't help but be pretty entranced by it all. Sure, the work was tiring at this point, but if you shove past that and imagine the possibilities, it was much, much better. Your co-workers didn't think much about it, tired of your nonsense, but a few humored you.

Except Cheshire.

..We don't really talk to him about much... he's a bit of a buzzkill. You like to annoy him, it's pretty cool, despite the fact he so obviously hates it. It's awesome.

You were on break for now, the snow blowing softly down from the sky as you got a free coffee as usual (the perks of being a barista is awesome), and since Cheshire had a rare break time early, you decided to go annoy him! Lovely. You weren't quite sure where he was at first, it took a moment or two to find him, some askin' around... But you were told he was somewhere outside, which, was alittle odd but okay.

You walked outside from the back, being quiet just incase, and you had right judgement. Sneaking out with the warm coffee in hand, you see him just kneeling down, back turned but you could see him messing around with something. It only hit you what it was when you heard a meow and you quietly shut the door, peeking around a bit to get a good view of the kitty he was hoarding. You'd never taken him as an animal person, honestly.

As you took a step forward, your feet made a soft crunch in the snow, as satisfying as biting into a crisp red apple in autumn morning, and he whipped around to look at you.

"Merda!" You heard him hiss, and you just blinked, watching him overreact to you being here.

"Idiota... Perché ti presenti sempre nei momenti peggiori?!" He muttered, the cat that was there being seen wearing a knit sweater, running off into the alley quickly.