It was looking like Christmas in Vancouver was going to be a white one. Not that it ever mattered to Victor Creed. The date on the calendar never had mattered before and he wasn't sure it mattered now, as he stood at his office window and watched the blonde woman trudging through the snow in his back yard. She hadn't been in his employ long but she was slowly getting into the swing of how he liked things and she managed to keep the rage in his head to a sufferable quiet most days. The sex was damned good, too.
There was a lull in the snow fall and Birdy had decided to make the most of the fluffy white stuff on the ground. She'd never been in such a wintery wonderland before, preferring to keep to warmer climates for most of her adult life. But now, being this weird combination of personal assistant slash psychotherapist slash fuck buddy to the man she was hired to kill, Birdy was throwing caution to the wind and doing whatever felt right, when it felt right. She figured she might not last much longer in Creed's presence so she was gonna make the most of however many days she had left.
Dragging her foot across the ground, she tried to pull the snow into piles. When she was satisfied with the amount of the cold stuff she'd gathered, she patted it with her gloved hands, packing it into a mound. After a while of working on her mound of snow, Birdy began a second mound, smaller than the first. First by dragging snow into a pile with her foot, then patting it into a roundish shape. When she'd finished the second pile, she slowly tried to separate it from the ground and rolled it gently towards the first pile. She'd almost made it when the ball of snow she was rolling cracked and collapsed, inches from her destination.
Birdy huffed and stood, stretching her back and arms. She let herself think for a moment. Never having actually made a snowman before, she wasn't exactly sure the best way to go about it. With her hands on her hips, she stared at her piles of snow, debating if she should try again or call it a day, when her employer walked up next to her.
In Creed's hand was a snow shovel. He moved passed Birdy and began scraping the ground, pushing the snow around with much more ease than she had with just her booted foot. In a matter of minutes, he'd accumulated a huge pile of snow where her original snowman base had been. He motioned to her to come over with his head and together they patted at the snow, packing it tight.
They did this twice more, making globes of snow and, each time, Creed gently lifted the balls onto the snowman. When they had finished, working in near silence, the snowman was almost as tall as Birdy. It was white and faceless but there was something endearing about the plain snowface that stared back at them.
Birdy looked up at Creed and smiled gingerly. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed from the cold air. Creed huffed a laughed and asked, "You finished freezin' yer ass off out here?"
Birdy's smile widened. "Yeah."
"Then come inside," Creed said, grabbing Birdy by the hand and walking toward the house, "an' let's warm you up."