Ivan wasn't sure exactly what had come over him when he's agreed to go out and get ice cream with Mylene; it was the middle of January and below freezing and anyone who was the least bit sane would be spending their time inside in front of the fire where it was warm, not risking frostbite in the middle of the night. That's what he would be doing at least. But Mylene had gotten a major craving for ice cream, which he didn't have just lying around in the freezer (it was the middle of winter, Ivan would be crazy to want to be colder than he actually was.)
They had bundled up and rushed across the street from the subway exit to the shop, Ivan's face turning red from the buffeting cold winds. Now that they were actually in the relative warmth of ice cream shop, Ivan relaxed a little and hung back waiting while Mylene placed her order. The guy behind the counter looked a little surprised that someone had actually come by this close to closing.
A few minutes later Mylene was standing next to him eating a scoop of chocolate ice cream.
"Want a bite?" she offered.
Ivan shook his head. "No thanks." It was too cold for ice cream.
Mylene shrugged and went back to eating it as they made their way to a table next to the window. It was nice inside the shop, sort of peaceful and much nicer than standing outside would've been. The way the guy wiping the counter was looking at them, they might have to go back out into that cold sooner than he'd like.
"Oh!" Mylene's soft gasp of surprise startled him a little. "It's snowing."
Ivan looked out the window to see that, yes, there was a slight picturesque dusting falling over everything. Maybe the cold wasn't so bad after all.
AN: I feel like Ivan is completely a warm weather person. On another note, I struggled way too much trying to come up with something for this prompt.