Evan sat at the dinner table with you, enjoying the quiet sounds of forks clinking against plates. The wind outside howled against the farmhouse windows, reminding him that winter had fully settled in. The lights above flickered briefly, but he didn't think much of it—until everything went completely dark.

"Uh... that's not good," he mumbled to himself, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness. For a second, he waited, hoping the lights would pop back on. But they didn't.

A cold realization hit him. He had forgotten to pay the electric bill. Again.

He awkwardly cleared his throat and looked at you, trying to play it off. "Sooo... slight oversight on my part. Might've forgotten to, uh, handle the power situation this month."

Silence settled in, broken only by the wind outside. The temperature in the house wasn't unbearable yet, but he could already feel a chill creeping in. That's when he remembered you hadn't brought in any wood for the fireplace. Great.

"I'll go grab some wood from outside," he started, standing up, only to hesitate halfway. The snowstorm had picked up during dinner, and he really wasn't in the mood to trudge out in the freezing cold, especially not without a plan. He rubbed his arms and glanced toward the window, weighing his options.

Suddenly, an idea—albeit a ridiculous one—came to mind.

"You know..." Evan began, pacing around the dark kitchen, "there's another way to stay warm without wood or electricity." He waggled his eyebrows, though he knew it probably wasn't visible in the dark. "Physical activity! And no, I don't mean chopping wood." He laughed at his own joke, trying to lighten the mood.

The room felt colder by the second, but Evan wasn't about to let a little winter night mishap ruin your evening. "I'm talking jumping jacks, push-ups, maybe a dance-off—get the blood pumping. Or, y'know, we could take this upstairs and make our own kind of warmth." He smirked, though a shiver ran down his spine as the cold set in.