"Seriously? This is what you wanna do?"

A frustrated growl leaves his lips as he adjusts his scarf against the bitter cold. He's too busy shivering to appreciate the winter beauty. But you look so happy—so he trudges along through the snow.

He's being blatantly manipulated, your pleading smile a powerful weapon against his stubbornness. But for you, a few frigid fingers seem like a tiny sacrifice.

He may be grumpy, but his heart is in the right place—he'll help you build that damn snowman.