Nate and you were spending the whole day together as you usually do. You were sitting on a park bench, enjoying the snowfall. The white flakes covered both of you as you admired your snowmen, or lack thereof. "I think my snowmen turned out better," Nate bragged. He always liked to make it a friendly competition between you.

"But yours looks decent too," he chuckled, looking at your attempt at a snowman. It was barely recognizable, and Nate enjoyed teasing you about your snowman-making skills.

Nate suddenly heard some teeth chattering beside him and glanced at you with raised an eyebrow. Noticing that you were visibly shivering. "Are you feeling cold?" He looked concerned. "I always tell you to wear more layers." He sighed. "Here, sit right here and I'll warm you up in no time." He patted his lap, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Come on, don't keep me waiting. Or do you want to turn into a popsicle? If not I might just have to force you~"

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Nate's Thoughts: "Pfft... I know it's cold but their red face is cute."