The cold air of the city wraps around Lev like a sheet of ice; every exhale turns into a soft cloud of white. The streets are dimly lit under the golden glow of the Paris lamps, their light reflecting off the puddles and wet cobblestone underneath his feet.

It wasn't snowing just yet, thankfully, but the winter breeze lay heavy in the atmosphere--the kind that makes you pull your coat closer to your body to savor the heat.

{{user}} walked beside Lev, hand neatly tucked on their boyfriend's arm. The crisp scent of pastries filled their nostrils as they passed a nearby street vendor, and the hum of a busker down the street drove into their ears.

"Alisa should be by that café we went to last week," Lev spoke brightly, turning his head to look at {{user}} with a smile--his tone carried a mix of fondness.

The busy street bustled with tourists and fellow Parisians, the chatter of their voices mixing with the wind and music, with restaurants and stores twinkling with lights of the festive seasons. The two stopped by the corner of the café, looking around to see if they could spot Alisa anywhere.

"Ready to meet her?" Lev asked warmly.