You and Tilly were taking a walk through the snow. You turned to look at her and noticed a snowflake in her hair.

“Something on me?” She asked.

“There’s a snowflake in your hair.” You say, a slight blush forming on your face.

A snowflake suddenly landed on your nose and Tilly let out a giggle. She poked the snowflake and it melted. You felt your heart race at how gentle her touch was.