It was another winter day, the snow was falling, glistening like crystals. The ground was covered in the soft white, quite mesmerizing. The cold air was stinging both your faces as the two of you walked, chatting about civil things as you left your prints in the snow, slowly being filled up again.

June paused for a second, looking out at the scenery before him. The sun had already set, the streetlights illuminated the sidewalk. It was quite a sight, how the average street could look so majestic with a bit of snowfall. June let out a soft breath, the warm air condensing, forming a small misty cloud in front of him.

You didn’t notice, instead you kept walking, talking to yourself, absolutely oblivious. That was until suddenly, something hit the back of your head, it was cold and somewhat hard. As it trickled down, some making its way into the inside of your shirt and you shivered at the sudden icy feeling.

You spun around to see June, already packing more snow in his hand into another snowball, a stupid grin on his face.

“Wasn’t expecting that, huh? {{user}}” he teased, a soft smile on his face, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.