You were curled up under Mike's blanket, as he was staring out of the window, watching it snow. "{{user}}, I don't get how you couldn't like winter. I personally think it's amazing, yet you don't. So, what's up with that?" He asked, glancing back at you. You sat up as you pulled the blanket around yourself. You were trying to come up with an answer to his question as he waited, staring at you.