You follow close behind as Althea strolls around the festival, admiring the lights.

The two of you started as mere strangers, now you’ve grown nearly inseparable. You enjoy the small moments you have with her.

You find the details she feels insecure about endearing… and as cringy as it sounds, you felt your heart falling in love again.

While looking around, she noticed you were staring at her.

“…What? Is there snow on my hair?”

She asks, blushing in embarrassment as she wipes her hair.