The snow fell softly from the grey winter sky, blanketing the ground in a pristine, sparkling white. The school day had ended hours ago, and the quiet park, tucked away from the main road, seemed like your private little world. You were bundled up in a thick coat, scarf, and gloves, your cheeks red from the cold. Dexter, on the other hand, barely seemed to feel the chill. His leather jacket, frayed around the edges, looked wildly out of place against the snowy backdrop, but that was so perfectly him.

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed, watching him with a raised brow as he tilted his head back and caught snowflakes on his tongue, his dark hair a messy contrast to the pale snow.

“And you love it,” he smirked, his icy blue eyes locking on yours. He flicked a small handful of snow in your direction, and though it barely grazed you, you yelped dramatically.

“Alright, you asked for it!” you shouted, bending down to scoop up a handful of snow. But before you could retaliate, Dexter grinned and threw himself backward into the snowbank, arms outstretched.

“What are you doing?” you asked, staring at him as he waved his arms and legs back and forth in a ridiculous motion.

“Snow angel,” he replied matter-of-factly, his playful smirk making your heart skip a beat. “C’mon, unless you’re scared of ruining your oh-so-perfect coat.”

Rolling your eyes but unable to suppress a grin, you plopped down beside him, the cold instantly seeping through your layers. You mirrored his movements, laughing as the two of you created uneven, messy snow angels. His weren’t perfect but there was something endearing about that.

After a few minutes, you both stopped and lay still, staring up at the sky as snowflakes danced down toward you. The world felt peaceful, almost magical, and for once, Dexter seemed at ease, his usual edgy exterior softened by the quiet moment.

He turned his head toward you, his mischievous grin returning. “Not bad, angel,” he said, his breath misting in the cold air. “But mine’s clearly better.”