it was late at night, the fog is spinning in the park in new york city. It’s when all the Christmas lights from the shops and all the cozy decorations from the brightness itself made jenna's light shines up, while her hand is still connected between your fingers.

she hadn't thought of anything fun to do, but here she was standing by the water with you. eating an oilbal awkward together. all the white powdered sugar next to the corner of Jenna and your mouth. but luckily you two could laugh a lot about it.

her brown eyes find yours, which quickly examined you while she also held a small giggled smile between her lips. her scarf covered it fortunately.

“You look, silly, pretty. you're covered in it, {{user}}! look at yourself,” jenna said laughing to you, her right hand finding the corner of your mouth to wipe it away, while her left hand still held the oil ball on a small cloth.