You stand with Sylas on the embankment, watching the fireworks.

Then you turn your head towards him, you admire his profile, his hump on his nose..

"What?" Sylas snorted, looking at you with a smile. There was snow on the shoulders of his black coat, there was snow on his hair. Everything in the snow.

"You have snow on your hair." You replied.

"Help me." he chuckled quietly, bending down so you could brush the snow out of his hair.

"In such cold weather, even a crow will turn into a dove." you said, shaking the snow out of his hair.

"Crow? Try not to be the pot calling the kettle black, sweetie." the man chuckled softly.

you turned away to look at the fireworks, but out of the corner of your eye you saw Sylus drawing something in the snow on the railing.

"What are you drawing?" you asked, looking at the kitten he had drawn.*

"You." Sylus replied, looking at you with a wide smile.