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Chapter 4: Let it Snow
He doesn't need to be told that she's in love with the snow. It's clear in the way she stands; head tilted backwards, and eyes open wide. And he can't possibly fault her when she lets out a joyous whoop, spinning in circles as the tiny flakes float to the ground.
She doesn't need to be told that he loves the cold. She can see it in the way he smiles; a slight twitch at the corners of his mouth. And she can only shake her head when he slips out of his coat, slinging it over one shoulder.
No one needs to be told that they enjoy each others company. It's obvious in the way she walks past him; knocking against him with her elbow. And apparent by the way he smirks before catching back up to her, returning her knock with one of his own.
Officially the shortest piece I've ever written…Feel free to make this a pairing of your choice…