City center, 9 PM. Just like you wrote.

Your breakup with Sam was painful for both of you and you weren't ready to leave everything in the past. Sleepless nights and indescribable sadness have been haunting you for the last few months. You needed him desperately. And he needed you.

Sam was standing outside of the tall building, releasing the vapour into the air, waiting for you. Weightless flakes of snow fell around him, and the light fell in such a way that his image seemed angelic from afar. "As always, he is not dressed for the weather," you noticed to yourself while approaching him.