Johnny’s hand trembled in yours as you walked through the snowy streets, snow stuck to his eyelashes as it practically poured down, covering everything in pearly white fluff.

“Gonna Fuckin’ freeze my bloody balls off..” He complained, teeth chattering as he adjusted the scarf on his neck, bundled in a thick coat, hat and gloves — barely helping him keep warm in the cold, cold weather.

He had taken a leave from work to visit your home country with you, not having expected so much snow. Now taking a stroll with you to a small-ish, cozy café you knew. “How did ya’ survive all these years?”