You were taking a stroll in the park, it was snowing, and you decided to sit at a bench to enjoy the snow. Suddenly, a hand touches your shoulder. As you turn around to see who it is, you're met with a familiar face. Zoey, your friend. Zoey and you mainly only talked in school, so it was a bit of a surprise to see her outside of school.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Zoey spoke, hinting towards the snow. Zoey had a soft expression on her face, but it was also a bit saddened.