In a snow covered world, Danny longed for warmth. He was tired of this winter wonderland, and he knew his wife felt the same way. It was in her mid teenage years when she decided snow and cold weren't as fun as they had been when she was little. While she loved the winter sweaters and boots she got to wear, the snow quickly lost its wonder. Winter was filled with migraines from a too bright sun shining on too bright snow.

And Danny? He just hated anything cold and dreary that dragged on much longer than necessary. They were still getting snow in April. He could only tolerate winter from Thanksgiving to Valentine's Day, and then he needed the spring weather. His wife felt the same.

So to break up some of the winter monotony, they'd booked themselves an air b , a few hours from Manhattan. Hours from the city, closer to where it was less populated and the air was only slightly cleaner. A little section of peace.

Right now, they were watching the snow start to fall on top of old, yucky, black snow. All the snow was super to be gone this week- that was why they chose this week to get away.

"The forecast says there's going to be a storm," Linda told Danny half an hour before they had to leave. "Do you think we should wait?"

"No, we should head out. Try to beat the storm. Otherwise they'll give away our reservations."

She nodded, "Makes sense. You got everything?"

"Yup. Bags are in the car, coffee is ready to be poured in the travel mugs, and everything is unplugged and turned off."

"Fantastic! Let's get outta here."

"Can we please turn the heat down?" Linda complained. It was negative eight outside, and she had her winter coat off and sitting on the middle counsel.

"It's below freezing outside!"

"And it's hot as hellfire in here!" She was very close to pilling her golden locks on top of her head.

"You can turn yours down," Danny pointed to her controls as he kept his eyes on the road.

She grumbled something and rolled her eyes, but turned it down to a more comfortable temperature. "We're going to have a tornado up here."

"It's not my fault my wife is hot as hell." He gave her one of his famous grins as they stopped for the light.

She blushed, "stop it."

"You love it, and you know it."

She didn't disagree, because she loved it. She truly loved it when Danny told her how beautiful she was— especially since she'd always felt like a little bit of a plain Jane.

Things were going well until about an hour away from the air b , when the car started making weird sounds. Linda, who had been dozing off to the silky smooth voice of Sinatra, lifted her head and looked at the dashboard. "What was that?"

"I don't know," Danny answered, preparing to pull off to the shoulder.

Linda paused the music so they could hear the noise better. "Lemme help," she said as Danny turned the engine off.

"No way. You stay in here. We don't need both of us freezing to death."

Reluctantly, she stayed put. It was probably for the best anyways. She knew the basics about cars— thanks to the men of the Reagan family.

"You need to know about cars. We won't always be around to help you," Henry explained.

"And the notion you can't work on cars because you're a girl—"

She had interrupted Frank, "excuse me?"

She knew about cars, she knew how to read the instruments and such, but she didn't know about concerning sounds.

About five minutes passed before Danny opened the door and got in as quickly as he could. "I can't suss out what's wrong in this weather. It's best to just call a tow truck."

"Is there somewhere you can call?"

"We passed a diner a little ways back. I'll call from in there. In the meantime, you stay here. Use the heat."

"I wanna come with you."

"No, you stay. We'll want to be here when the tow truck gets here."

She sighed but nodded. He probably knew best about these things. "Okay. Be careful out there."

He kissed her for reassurance then headed back out into the freezing cold.

He hated New York winters.

As Danny approached the car, he noticed there were no exhaust fumes coming from the pipe. He frowned, but quickly got in the car. "Why'd you turn it off?"

"I didn't," Linda shivered in her seat. "The battery died."

He cursed, "Dammit... Okay. We aren't going to get warm here; let's walk to the diner."

"Is it far?"

"Ten minutes."

Linda whimpered.

"There's heat in there, as well as soup and coffee. And probably chocolate."

She huffed out a breath, "fine."

"Are you bundled up tight?"

Linda stared at him flatly. "I'm not five."

"I don't want my wife getting pneumonia and dying."

"Let's just hurry, okay?" She jumped out of the car, and only rolled her eyes a little when Danny insisted on holding her hand.

The walk, while incredibly and increasingly cold, wasn't too bad... until Linda tripped. She wasn't sure what she fell over- a rock? Piece of debris? Her own feet? Whatever it was, she tripped and fell in the mushy snow.

"Are you okay?" Danny helped her stand and she nodded.

"Just soaked." Her jeans- of course she had to wear jeans of all pants today- were wet from the knee to her ankles. The gloves she was wearing were also wet from the fall, and she was so cold, she might just scream.

Danny looked at her; her lips were turning blue. "Good. It isn't far- just up there."

She saw the inviting looking diner, "let's hurry."

He grabbed her hand again and they made it through the snow as fast as they could.

Danny held the door opened for her, so Linda was the first in the diner. The heat felt so inviting, she quickly moved aside for Danny to come inside.

Once seated at the counter, Danny took off his signature newsies cap and tossed his leather gloves inside. He turned slightly and took off Linda's wet cloth gloves and placed them on the counter.

"I can do it myself," she said before blowing into her cupped hands.

"I know," still he took her purple beanie off her head, fixing her flyaways.

The waitress at the counter turned around to face her new costumers. One look and she knew they needed something warm, "coffee?"

"Coffee," Danny confirmed, nodding.

"It's warm in here," Linda rubbed her hands together to create friction. "It's nice."

He nodded shortly before the coffee pot came. Out of habit, Linda took it and poured Danny's first, then her own. She left his black, and added cream and sugar to hers. Slowly but surely she was cutting down the sugar in her coffee. She was halfway to having it just with cream.

"Anything else?" The waitress who's name plate read Doris asked.

"Yes, soup—"

"Do you have Brie and apple soup?" Linda interrupted.

Doris laughed, "we don't have anything nearly that fancy here, hon. We got chicken, tomato, and chili."

"Chicken soup, please."

Danny held up two fingers when Doris looked at him, "make that two."

"Are you thoroughly warmed up now?" Danny wondered as Linda finished her soup.

"No."

"No? I can see your face is flushed."

Effortlessly, she flirted, "maybe I'm just blushing because I'm sitting next to the sexiest man in this joint."

"Sweet talker," he kissed her. "Come on, we gotta get back to the car."

"Ugh, we'll probably have to dig it out. And we'll freeze again."

Danny left the money for their soups and coffee on the counter, plus a tip, of course. "I'll just have to warm you up at the air b ."

"A bubble bath?"

"Among other things," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand. "That'll just have to keep us going."

"That keeps me going constantly," he held the door opened for her.

"Danny!"

"What?" He laughed, "I'm just sayin'."

"Alright, Casanova."

They worked together to dig out there car, which made Linda simultaneously sweaty and freezing. Thankfully, the tow truck arrived and they were headed to warm bubble baths and fluffy sheets.