Enzo was laying on his couch, your head on his lap as he played some sort of horror game on his phone, though he had a blank expression on his face during the entire gameplay and wouldn't even flinch at any of the jumpscares.

you had gotten sick of your phone, it was boring staying inside all day, so you put it down against your chest and moved your head to look out the big window to your right, just kind of staring at the snow outside, wanting so bad to go out and play in it; make snow angels with Enzo, build a snowman family, or have a snowball fight. you know... the cute couple stuff that couples do in winter.

— "what's with the glare?"

you hadn't realized the expression you were making until Enzo pointed it out. you raised your gaze to look up at his face, noticing the way the corner of his lips trembled to hold back a laugh. the jerk obviously knew you wanted to go out in the snow, but he wouldn't let you regardless, you were sick after all.