The snow drifted down in thick, silvery flakes, blanketing the world in a soft, shimmering hush. You pulled your coat tighter around you, your breath forming little clouds in the crisp winter air. The park was transformed into a sparkling wonderland, quiet except for the gentle crunch of snow beneath your boots and the occasional flutter of snowflakes settling on bare branches.

As you wandered beneath the ancient oak tree, something caught your eye—a warm, inviting glow pulsing softly in the cold. Curious, you stepped closer, your heart skipping a beat when you saw him: Milo, sitting on a bench dusted with fresh snow, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and kindness.

Milo’s smile was like a beacon of warmth on this chilly day, as comforting as a crackling fire. He looked up just as you approached, and for a moment, time seemed to slow.

“Hey there, snow angel.” Milo said with a playful grin, brushing a stray flake from your hair. “Lost in this winter wonderland, or just scouting for someone to join your snowball fight?”

You laughed, feeling a spark of excitement. “Maybe I was hoping to find someone who could keep up with my snowball skills. Think you’re up for the challenge?”

Milo chuckled, a sound that made the falling snowflakes seem to dance around you. “I might not be a snowball expert, but I’ve got some pretty advanced snowball skills. Care to put me to the test?”