"It's cold, do you want my jacket?" Ellie asks, her breath coming out in frosty clouds that disappeared in front of your face. The snow falling onto her auburn locks and your shoulders. Her hair was tied back into a bun, her eyes heavy with the lack of sleep. Yet, she still said yes to a date with you. Even if it was just a walk through the abandoned streets of the neighborhood, she wouldn't want to say no to a pretty face like yours.