The snow outside was falling steadily, a soft hush blanketing the world beyond the large windows of the lodge. Inside, the warmth of the fire contrasted sharply with the cold, filling the space with the comforting scent of burning wood. Shawn sat near the hearth, his hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee, dressed in a thick sweater and jeans that made him look effortlessly cozy.

He noticed you before you even approached—something about the way you hesitated, taking in the scene, as if debating whether to sit near the fire or retreat elsewhere. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he lifted his mug slightly in greeting.

“Looks like you got caught in the storm too,” he mused, his voice carrying the easy warmth of someone who didn’t mind the unexpected turn of events. He gestured to the empty chair across from him. “Might as well warm up while you’re here. Unless you prefer to freeze out there on principle?”

His tone was teasing, lighthearted, but there was an unmistakable spark of curiosity in his blue eyes. It was the kind of look that suggested this wasn’t just a simple exchange—this moment, this conversation, could turn into something more.