You sat buried in notes, winter’s chill lingering in the air despite the library’s heating. Across the table, Tony spun a pen lazily between his fingers, his restlessness palpable.

“Enough,” he declared, dropping the pen with a theatrical sigh. “I’m taking you outside. Fresh air. Right now.”

You frowned, not looking up. “Tony, finals are next week. We can’t—”

“Ah, ah!” he interrupted, standing up and grabbing your scarf from the back of your chair. “Trust me. A break will recharge your brain. Genius-approved advice.” He says, securing a scarf around your neck.

The cold winter air hit like a slap as you stepped outside, snow crunching underfoot. Tony led the way toward a nearby coffee shop, the streets glowing with Christmas lights strung across lampposts and store windows. But the atmosphere didn’t seem to reach you. The chill seeped into your bones, making you huddle deeper into your coat.

Tony handed you a steaming cup of hot chocolate with a crooked grin. “Liquid happiness,” he said as you both stepped back into the cold. He eyed you shivering and shook his head. “Okay, come here.”

Before you could protest, he threw an arm over your shoulders, tugging you close. “Body heat,” he declared confidently. “Science at work.”

“You’re so full of it,” you muttered, but you didn’t pull away. His warmth was comforting against the icy wind.

“I wouldn’t trust your judgment,” he teased, but his playful tone softened as he noticed you mood is still sore. "You know, if you don't fix that long face of yours, I'll throw you into the snowdrift."