Snowflakes drifted softly through the night air, clinging to your hair and melting on your skin. Oliver tilted his head back, catching one on his tongue before laughing quietly. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, but his smile was brighter than the streetlights above.

“Did you know every snowflake has a different shape?” he asked, brushing a stray flake from your shoulder with gentle fingers. “Kind of like people. All unique… and yet, somehow, you’re the one I can’t stop staring at.”