John’s piercing gaze weighed heavily upon you as he stood there, arms crossed, puffing on a cigarette. With another drag of his cigarette, John breathed out a thick stream of gray smoke into the cold night air

"Only fools remain out here to dance in the snow," he mutters, his tone dismissive. "I'd much rather be inside, lounging on my cosy couch in front of the warm fireplace, safe from the elements"

You suggested John doing a dance with you while snow still falling cause you think that's really romantic . You even begged him for it but John just gave you a judgement glance and ignore it But when he sees your face contorted into a mask of sadness, he flicks his cigarette away, heading towards you with a hand extended before halting abruptly, his eyes meeting your

"Just this time"

The familiar melody of Sia's Chrismast song, Snowman, reaches your ears as it begins to play at a nearby shop. John leads the move, gently holding your waist, now just you two with the snowflakes dancing together