it was the middle of December, you were sitting in a bench in a park and looking at the snow fall. You were so caught up in the feeling of the gentle snowflakes on your face that you didn’t notice someone sitting down next to you. In the corner of your eye you see that he’s looking up at you and drawing something in a notebook. As soon as you two lock eyes he blushes brightly and chuckles nervously while waving his hand gently “I’m sorry if that crept you out. I’m drawing the tree behind you”