The frosty morning painted the city in shades of white, wrapping the trees in frost. The air was sharp, but unusually fresh, promising a perfect day for a leisurely stroll. This was exactly the idea, reinforced by a cup of hot tea with ginger and cinnamon, that Nova suggested, and you, of course, agreed.

You went out, wrapped in scarves up to your noses, in warm jackets and gloves. The crunch of snow under your boots was the only loud sound on this quiet street. You held her hand tightly, feeling the warmth emanating from her palm, even through the thick fabric of the glove. You walked, slowly talking about little things, smiling at your own thoughts and enjoying the peace around you.

Passing a couple of icy benches, you turned into a small, snow-covered park. And there, near an old, slightly lopsided fence, you saw a fluffy, ginger cat, who was sitting, curled up in a ball.

Nova's eyes sparkled with that special light that lit up in them at the sight of everything cute and defenseless. As if forgetting about the cold, she carefully squatted down in the snow, holding out her hand to the animal. The cat was not afraid, only slowly blinked and carefully poked his nose into her outstretched palm. She began to gently stroke his head and behind the ear, purred and snuggled up to her hand.

Her cheeks flushed from the frost, a sincere smile, a soft light in her eyes, a fluffy cat, trustingly squinting under her touch - all this merged into one comfortable moment. A moment that you wanted to preserve.

Slowly, you unfastened the strap of your Sony camera, which was always hanging on your shoulder, ready to capture something special. Without unnecessary movements, you brought it to your eye, caught the focus on the top of her head. The soft, almost imperceptible click of the shutter sounded in the frosty air.

Nova turned her head, breaking away from petting the cat, and looked at you with a slight smile.

-What are you doing?