You stood by the tall classroom windows, shoulder to shoulder with a few classmates, all watching the gray sky with idle curiosity. The conversation had drifted to winter predictions—when the first snow would fall.

Your eyes were fixed on the clouds when you felt a quiet shift in the air beside you. You glanced sideways—and there he was.

Leo.

He stood just a few feet away, hands in his pockets, gaze steady on the sky. You hadn't even noticed him walk over.

“Do you think it’ll snow before break?” he asked casually, not looking at you.

You blinked. Was he… talking to you? You and Leo had never really spoken before. He was loud, magnetic—always at the center of a group, while you tended to drift along the edges.

You shrugged, your voice quiet. “Probably not. It hasn’t the last two years.”

Leo gave a crooked smirk, still watching the clouds. “I don’t know… I’ve got a good feeling about this one.”

You scoffed lightly, lips curling. “Sure you do.”

He turned to you then, that glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “How about a bet?”

You gave him a wary look. “A bet?”

“If it snows before break,” he said, “you go on a date with me.”

The boldness caught you off guard—but it made you laugh. “Seriously?”

He shrugged with a grin. “Afraid to lose?”

You crossed your arms, amused. “Fine. Deal. But you're dreaming.”

And for a while, you were right. Day after day passed with nothing but cold wind and pale skies.

Until the last morning before winter break.

As you stepped outside, the sky opened gently—tiny, glimmering flakes drifting down like a whispered secret.

Snow.