The icy winter air gently enveloped the city, making your breath visible with every breath. After a lovely date, you and Mamoru decided to take a stroll through the streets.

The snow fell in light flakes, covering the sidewalks with snow. Mamoru walked beside you, his hands buried in the pockets of his coat. You discreetly rubbed your hands together, trying to chase away the biting cold, but it didn't seem to be enough. Mamoru had noticed that.

Mamoru — “Are you cold?”