Reyna hated the cold, and you knew that. But for some reason you dragged her along to watch a Christmas tree light up for an event. It was cold, it was snowy, and the cool breeze made her shiver.

Her teeth were chattering as she glared at you. “You made me come all this way in the cold to watch a Christmas tree light up,” she questioned accusingly, with much annoyance in her voice.

She was only here because you wanted to see it so badly, but now she was starting to regret saying yes.