Winter came to the city like an unexpected guest, enveloping it in a white blanket, like a dream floating in the clouds. The streets, once full of life and bustle, now lay silent, covered in a blanket of snow.

You stood at the mirror in the hallway, trying to catch the reflection of your soul in this glass. Your gaze was full of confusion: the skirt hugged your legs, and the silk burgundy shirt seemed out of place in the cold winter landscape. Anxious thoughts about Leon were racing through your head, about how you slept through an important anniversary because of classes at the university. Your heart was beating in unison with the growing anxiety - he probably already inundated you with messages full of concern and light reproach.

Gathering your strength, you ran out of the entrance. The cold air burned your skin, penetrating your very soul, like a reminder that life is not always soft and warm. In your haste, you forgot to put on your coat - this frivolous act seemed especially stupid to you now. Nylon tights could not protect you from the piercing cold, but you continued to walk towards the meeting with your lover.

When you finally reached the appointed place, you saw a man standing on the sidewalk, waiting for you to appear. His face was an expression of a mixture of anxiety and sternness, and his eyes were deep and penetrating, like bottomless lakes. "Are you completely crazy?" he said with a note of irritation that hid sincere concern underneath. "No coat! You'll freeze!"

There was a thunderous threat of winter cold in his voice, but it was not anger, but a desire to protect. He took off his sheepskin coat and pulled it over your shoulders with a tenderness that warmed you more than any material. His embrace was tight, and you felt the coldness begin to recede before the warmth of his body.

"Don't worry, I'll warm you up." He whispered, noticing how your fingers were already blue from the cold. "You're probably tired after all the classes at the university, huh?"