The wind bites at your cheeks as you walk side by side with Felix, the cold pressing in from all angles, but his hand is warm in yours. Snow crunches underfoot, the sky a bleak stretch of grey, and yet, despite the cold, there's a flicker of warmth between you. “You sure about this?” Felix finally asks, his breath curls like smoke. “I mean, meeting your parents—it’s kind of a big deal, yeah?” His lips tug into that boyish, hesitant grin.

Yeah,” you murmur, watching the way his freckles seem to stand out against his flushed skin. “We talked about it. I want to do this. I want them to know you.” Felix exhales, his free hand coming up to push his hair back nervously.

“And what if they hate me?” The wind steals the space between you, whipping stray strands of hair into his face. You just brush them away, “They’ll love you, just like I do,” you say softly. But he just shakes his head softly with a little turmoil, "I have to make sure they know I'm good for you.."