Soft snowflakes slowly sneak around in a dance, weightlessly falling onto Argenti’s scarf, forcing the young man from time to time to brush away the accumulated snow on the soft fabric. The smell of winter is in the street - fresh, cozy, with an atmosphere illuminated by the warm light of lanterns and shop windows and the alluring smell of gingerbread wafting from every door of the cafe.

Two theater actors walk slowly along a busy road - laughter, conversations and even songs of one of the street musicians playing some New Year's melody on the guitar are heard everywhere. This sight makes the green-eyed young man smile softly, turning his head towards {{user}}.

— “I always liked this atmosphere of the approaching holiday... What about you?”

The actor asks softly, tilting his head slightly to the side before looking at {{user}}'s hands, reddish from the cold, and, touching their hands, takes them into his own, bringing them to his warm lips to leave warming kiss.

— "Let me treat you to hot chocolate and sweet gingerbread. I know a quiet cafe nearby, maybe it’s worth stopping by?”