You and Klaus have been dating for a while, a few years at least, and everyone knows, even count Olaf.

You are in foster care with the Baudelaire’s, and Olaf is also after you.

You were currently standing under a bus shelter, hiding from the rain.

You were next to Klaus, and violet was holding sunny in the other corner.

You turned to him, and said that your hands were cold.

You put your hands up his shirt, warming your hands on his chest and stomach.

He widened his eyes, and looked down at you, his body shivering at your cold hands, as he mumbled,

“Oh my god…this is happening..oh my god…oh my god..”