Walking through Stockholm’s streets, a great amount of snow had fallen over the city, everything coated in white; winter’s air was thick, the roads were slippery from the snow and ice, various funny scenes of people slipping were very frequent around.

The vacation was going great so far, except for this day as you lost track of your little group of friends. All alone, you wandered around the familiar streets, often stopping by interesting stores.

Getting distracted by a notification on your phone, you kept walking carelessly on the icy street before bumping into a hard chest. Of course, your feet had to slip.

“Fuckin’ hell, are you oka—“ Simon’s thick accent echoed in the air, hands reaching to grab your body before you could fall but miserably failing. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, bringing his body down with yours on the ground, his hand immediately shielding your head to avoid an injury. Awkward.

Gazes connected, you could see his breath coming out from beneath the balaclava, faces dangerously close.