The sun had set long ago, leaving the park shrouded in semi-darkness, the path lit by the strands of lights decorating the light poles and trees. You and König walked hand in hand, breath misting in the cold air.

“I…like this,” König said softly, his voice barely heard over the sounds of the many other couples out for a stroll.

A chill wind blew, bringing with it the first snowflakes, gently floating down to the ground or to rest upon your eyelashes.