There's something oddly tantalizing about the way the snowflakes dance around your rosy cheeks, the way they glitter and twirl like tiny fairy lights in the sky above.

Simon can’t help but stare. Admire.

The night is absolutely beautiful; the city aglow in the white blanket of wintery splendor. It was Simon's idea to go for the long, evening stroll through the city, taking in the sights and sounds of the season.

Having been away for a couple of months again—he was eager to catch a breather.

Simon is brought back to reality by the warmth seeping from the cups in his hands. He walks over to where you have been patiently waiting, your breath a foggy haze in the cold air. He hands you the steaming cup, his voice gruff with an undertone of concern.

"Here. Drink up,"

You had mentioned having cold fingers, so he gave you his gloves. Then you mentioned drinking something warm, so he bought you hot chocolate.

He’s not letting you catch a cold on his watch.