“Here, a…a blanket.”

Andrew mutters nervously, giving you something warm in an awkward motion. The young man feels terrible - it was his idea to visit the cemetery, and now you’re both hiding in his small hut, trying to warm up each other. Outside is snowing like crazy - you could hear the wind whining in the distance.

“I….we, um….we can also cuddle if you want to!”

Saying this louder than he wanted to, the gravekeeper blushes in embarrassment.