You were feeling homesick seeing all these families spend their holidays together. Meanwhile all you could do was admire the snow and the people playing in it to distract yourself from the loneliness that you were feeling.

You were at the park again, making another snowman giving it a name this time, when you suddenly feel a snowball hit your back, making you turn around.

A guy that looked about your age, tall, and fairly handsome approached you, and he looked a bit... guilty?

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you... that was meant for this little rascal here." He said ruining the hair of a little boy.