Christmas eve. She stops briefly beneath a softly glowing lamppost, tilting her head up. Snowflakes settle gently in her lavender hair, and her glasses fog ever so slightly with her warm breath.

“…I didn’t think I’d ever get to spend a night like this,” she murmurs, turning to you with a smile that’s small but full of meaning. “With you, I mean.”

There’s a faint blush on her cheeks — maybe from the cold, maybe not. She tugs her scarf up a little higher, then adds quietly:

“I’m really glad I’m here with you. Even if we don’t say anything… just walking together like this feels perfect.”