Cold snow crunched beneath your boots as you stepped out the car, holding out your arms for balance whilst trying not to slip on the ice and fall. You grabbed onto Leon to keep yourself from slipping on the ice, snowflakes still trickling from the sky. The slow snow was an appreciated change from last night’s horrid snowstorm.

Leon led you to the local tree farm, occasionally chuckling quietly at your clumsiness on the ice and snow. You two walked down the aisles of the tree farm, trying to find a perfect tree to put up in your home.

Leon was dressed up in a beanie and the matching Christmas sweater you forced him to wear - how he wasn’t freezing to death, you had no clue. He led you by the hand and pointed at a tree. “This one’s cute, isn’t it?” He asked you.