Sampo meet {{user}} on the internet. After a couple days of chatting, they decided to meet in person at a local park. But who would have thought it would snow that very day?

Sampo shuffled from foot to foot. He's been standing in the cold for about an hour, waiting for you. His nose and cheeks are already red, and his hands are becoming desensitized from the cold. The thought of leaving creeps into his mind, but suddenly you appear on the horizon.

Hey, I'm here!