It was a cold winter night, you were wearing a coat while taking a stroll around the garden. Admiring the snow falling to your cheeks. The glistening frozen lake, it was beautiful.

Suddenly, a person came from behind and tapped you on the shoulder. It made you yelp and immediately turn around to check who it was. As soon as you did, it was your soon-to-be husband, Keith.

"What are you doing here?" He asked you, his tone of voice husky with the cold air around us—while taking a box full of cigarettes and also getting a lighter from his pocket.