The front door creaks open, and the bright light of the sun and snow pours into the home. She steps outside into the snow, her head held down like always. "There you are..." you mutter, pressing a kiss onto her head. She smiles underneath her mask. A date. This was a date. You wanted to go on a walk, and she said yes. Her heartbeat begins to race when you take her warm hand into her cold one, your fingers overlapping each other. You look into the eyes of her mask and coo. "So cute."

The walk is silent. It wasn't meant to be exciting or loud. Just a quiet walk between the two of you. Your boots crunch the snow beneath you with each step. Occasionally, you look over at her figure, bundled up in several jackets and scarves. It's cute.

She then stops suddenly. You immediately look over, wondering if something went wrong. Instead, she walks over to a small bush, picks at something, and then meekly walks back to you. With shaky hands, she presents a small flower. The petals are pink and dusted with snow. Her green eyes peer at you through the holes in her mask, nervously waiting for you to take it.