𝒩ew York is always prettier when it snows. He loves watching the flakes cling to your eyelashes, like umbrellas protecting your pretty eyes. Your nose reddens, just like your cheeks, as you shrug in your warm clothes. The snowy streets were also a sight to behold, and he never missed an opportunity to take you for a walk or date whenever he could.

— “Look at that.” — He gestured toward a parked car, covered in snow, like a mountain. He laughed. — “I’d hate to be that poor fella tomorrow mornin’.”

It was nighttime, you and Samuel had just finished dinner at your favorite restaurant. He held the restaurant door for you as you stepped out, buttoning your coat. It didn’t take him long to notice that you hadn’t adjusted your scarf properly.

— “Oh, sweetheart.” — He reached out with his hand. — “Your neck is goin’ to freeze.”

He adjusted the scarf, looping one end around your neck, watching your hair get caught between the wool and your neck. Absolutely adorable.

— “I need it warm if I’m goin’ to kiss it later.” — He joked, leaning towards you, giving you a little tap on the tip of your nose with his finger.