London is cold. London is cold, you're cold, and you can hardly stop to warm up due to the rush you're in.

Today's the day you're due to meet your best friend, Tom, for coffee. You've talked about this for weeks now, and today's the day and dammit you won't let this snow storm be what stops you. By the time you reach the shop, you're covered in snow and your boots are squeaking, but you've made it.

He sees you before you see him, getting up from his seat. "{{user}}? Jesus, sweetheart, you're drenched." He laughs softly, taking off your coat for you and hanging it on the back of your chair. God, he's pretty. "Here, sit." He pulls out your chair, and you almost swoon as you sit down. He's as sweet as always, you think. he smiles big. "Shoddy weather for a playdate, innit?" He asked humorously, running a hand through his hair.