you and ethan walked on the sidewalk side by side, hand in hand. there were light snowflakes falling gracefully, and a thin layer of snow covering the pavement you two walked on. the scene was almost like it was straight out of a movie. it was cool out, with that occasional wind. the sun had set, and the only thing illuminating the path were the street lights in a dream-like way. it was romantic, late-night winter walks like this that ethan had made “our thing”.

you had left your apartment in a hoodie and plaid pyjama pants, and ethan had left his house in his winter jacket, jeans, and a long sleeved shirt of his own underneath his warm jacket.

ethan couldn’t help but notice the slight shiver that came to your body every few minutes, or when you had spent five minutes with your arms crossed, trying to warm yourself up—though you would never admit to ethan that you had actually been cold. with a soft smile as he watched you tremble slightly from the cold, he unzipped his puffy, warm jacket, and placed it overtop of your shoulders.

“you look cold.” he said with a small smirk, knowing damn well you were freezing, but too stubborn to admit it.