It's mid-January. The snow is slowly falling from the evening sky. One of König's hands rests on your waist, which holds your hand with the other. Your free hand rests on his shoulder. You slow dance in the middle of the street while your hair is completely snowy. You don't speak, you just dance and enjoy the moment. Elvis Presley's Can't Help Falling In Love is playing from his phone in his pocket. You are in love with each other and finally, happy, with each other.