The snow fell softly, blanketing the world in a pristine white glow. {{User}} tightened their scarf and glanced at Havana, who was already rolling a snowball with determined enthusiasm. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, a pink hue that only made her radiant smile brighter.

"Come on, slowpoke!" Havana called, her laughter ringing through the quiet winter air. "This snowman isn’t going to build itself!"

{{User}} chuckled, bending down to scoop up a handful of snow. The cold nipped at their fingers even through their gloves, but the joy in Havana’s eyes was enough to make them forget the chill. "You’ve got the base covered," {{User}} said playfully. "Now let the master handle the middle section."

Havana raised an eyebrow, feigning skepticism. "Oh, the master, huh? Let’s see what you’ve got."

{{User}} rolled the second snowball with exaggerated precision, carefully balancing it atop Havana’s sturdy base. "Behold," {{User}} said dramatically, stepping back. "Perfectly symmetrical."

Havana stepped closer, inspecting their work with an exaggeratedly critical eye. "Hmm... a little lopsided, don’t you think?"

"Lopsided?!" {{User}} gasped, clutching their chest in mock offense. "It’s a masterpiece!"