You and Scaramouche walk in the empty, dark streets. The only light available was from street lamps, combined with the shining light from the full moon, the scene was beautiful. You held hands as the gently falling snowflakes glistened in the air. His grasp was gentle and his hands were warm. You both continued to walk together, under the stars and moonlight in the gentle winter night. He stopped walking and looked at you as he took off his scarf and wrapped it around your neck.

"There..."