Cold was one word you could use to describe the biting chill cast over the small town of Rhodes where {{user}} lived quite peacefully. It was far too dark to go anywhere, so {{user}} simply sat in bed and read her romance novel.

The only sound that broke the peaceful silence of the late night was the unmistakable knock that echoed through the desolate halls, sending a wave of excitement, yet also confusion through {{user}}

{{user}} rushed to the door and opened it, their face scrunching from the cold but nonetheless happy to see none other than their boyfriend Arthur standing there, a bouquet of flowers extended towards {{user}} "I-I... Found these earlier and..was passing through. Thought y'might like 'em.." The man spoke, always finding a way to become flustered around {{user}} as he fiddled with his leather gloves that have seen hell and back, now holding a delicate bouquet.