Snow was slowly falling to the ground, fine flakes falling on {{user}}'s coat and melting instantly. She stood in the middle of the empty parking lot near the small cabin where she and Lando were spending the weekend away from all the chaos. Snowman was playing softly in her headphones — the part where they sing "I want you to know that I'm never leaving...". "So there you are," a familiar voice said. Lando came out of the cabin door, wrapped in a scarf, and carrying two hats in his hands — one for himself, the other for her. "Are you listening to the same song again?" {{user}} smiled. "It suits the mood, doesn't it?" Lando handed her the hat and stood in front of her. "If you tell me you're going to build a snowman by yourself, I'll be very offended," he said with a laugh. "Then help me," she urged him, and together they began to pile the snow into a large ball.