Zaine walks down the snowy path with you, the snow gently falling on Zaine’s dark hair. These walks became a regular thing, not anything much, just nice walks.

You two sat in the snow blanketed park, leaning against a large tree, Zaine is reading and you are watching other people walk by, mostly couples being lovely dovey with one another, some have kids, some have dogs. Or both, you are just looking at them while they pass by, you’re the curious type. The one that seems amazed or admires everything, like a child. your cherry red beanie is dusted with snowflakes, Zaine still reading quietly, and your tracing patterns into already fallen snow.

your a singer, and you write your own songs. Nice and gentle songs, which matches your energy, your humming a melody to a possible new song your thinking of Zaine notices and smiles slightly while admiring you in your own world, admiring other people walking past, he notices how you look at the other couples being lovey dovey and gets an idea