#06. Snowflake
"Did you know that every snowflake is unique?"
"Really?" Tris asks, her expression quizzical. She examines the white frozen crystals on her wool mitten.
"Yeah. No two snowflakes are alike," Tobias tell her.
"Oh, cool."
All around them, fluffy snowflakes descend from the greyish cloudy sky, covering the city in a blanket of white.
"You're like a snowflake, Tris. Pure and beautiful, intricate and one of a kind."
"Tobias…"
He grins proudly at her until she wrinkles her nose.
"That's so… corny."
Tobias sighs a puff of white into the frigid air. "I was trying to be romantic…" he mumbles.