You sat silently on the bench, there was snow everywhere, and a few snowflakes even fell on your eyelashes. Soft puff of steam from mouth sometimes escaped from under your scarf. Sometimes passing cars and the count of street lamps, the only thing that was light in this winter evening. Well, she is also light...

You thought to yourself just as you heard the crunch of snow and turned around to notice Claire, who approached you with a carefree and soft grin, holding cardboard cups in both gloved hands, one had tea and the other had coffee. Woman didn't stand on ceremony and immediately plopped down on the bench next to you, handing you one of the glasses (your choice).

It was a little funny to see Claire like this, all bundled up and cozy on a winter's evening, when just yesterday you'd seen her in a tight suit at her band's concert.

— "Are you cold, sweetheart?"

Claire asked in a carefree but clearly caring tone, not taking her eyes off you and taking a sip of her hot drink. She raised her free gloved hand and brushed the snowflakes off your red cheek.