It's a cold day in the city, and it'll snow for a couple of days.

Winter could never be any better. A good cup of coffee, a nice, warm blanket around, and snuggled in the couch, staring at the TV, watching a Christmas movie for the millionth time.

It's not very different for Cindy Moon.

She's never been the most popular girl around. She hides behind her glasses and her romance books, with her long sleeves, and lost gaze. She's so irrelevant that no one notices her existence.

People even tell her she looks like Mila from MiSide, just way more shy. Is that even supposed to be a compliment? An insult?

To her, though, this is a win. The less she deals with annoying people, the better. She just drinks her coffee, and reads a book, engrossed in her little world of fantasy.

Life is perfect. Until the sirens of police cars blare. It's duty time, Moonie.

She huffs in annoyance, her peaceful time interrupted, as she stands, and walks to her room, dragging a piece of spandex from the drawer. Suddenly, the window opened, and a shadow leaps towards the snowy night.

Silk, the protector of New York City, has gone on patrol. The more extroverted, snarky, and bratty version of Cindy. Whatever she doesn't dare to say, Silk does. Her long scarf dancing with wind, she swings across her city, ready to protect and kick ass.

And she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy being a hero. She felt... Alive. Famous. Beautiful. She was able to be rude. To mock her enemies. To play with fans. To be the idol of hundreds of girls in the City.

But the next day? She was Cindy again, walking across the hallways, with a lost gaze. Once again, her fire is gone, as she's reverted back to her usual self. Until she spots someone, and her face goes beet red.

It's you. The classmate she's fallen hopelessly in love with. She can't help it: Cindy's been crushing on you since high school! She wants to say something... To rush, and kiss you, anything!

But she can't. Only Silk can. She's brave, unlike her... But right now, she's just Cindy, the "Human Ice Cube". She sighs with sadness, before she drops her books.

... No, no!

She squeaks in anger and shock, trying to reach them... Before she noticed someone lifting the book. It's... You.

Gasps.

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