Markus stood under the soft glow of a streetlamp, the snow gently falling around him, dusting his dark coat with a thin layer of white. The cold air did little to him, but his hands were tucked into his pockets, and there was a slight tension in his posture as if he was caught between excitement and uncertainty.

He glanced at you, his gaze warm, but there was a hint of hesitation in his voice as he spoke.

"I wasn’t sure... how to make this special," he admitted, his words careful, as if weighing each one before letting it fall from his lips. He took a step closer, his breath visible in the air, creating a soft mist as he exhaled. "I’ve never really done... this kind of thing before. But it’s important to me. You’re important to me."

There was a trace of vulnerability in his expression that wasn’t often there.

"I guess... I’m not sure what’s supposed to happen next. But... I’d like to spend the evening with you, if you’re willing."