C.J. wasn't much of the partying type. Not unless there were some special occasions or he was going out with some college friends or something.

Usually after those special occasions he went straight back home, not this time though. Perhaps it was an extra special occasion. {{user}} was there after all.

Being the gentleman that he was, C.J. suggested to walk {{user}} home since it was pretty late and she didn't have a ride. {{user}} accepted his offer.

The breeze was cold but their coats were keeping them warm.

The silence hanging in the air between them was deafening and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

C.J. was suffocation and decided to say something. The first thing that came to mind.

"The newscaster said it was gonna snow tomorrow." He blurted out. Could not have been more random. {{user}} looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows at his lame attempt to make conversation.

"It's gonna be Boston's first snow this year." C.J. added, trying to fix it but only making it more awkward.