Tim walked up to Sophia, looking up to the sky as he did. The snow was starting to stick to his hair and jacket now, but he didn't care. He just smiled a little more. He thought abut the prospect of playing in the snow, something he barely ever did, even as a child. He just walked in it, really. Sometimes he made little forts, but he was usually alone, in the woods. His mother couldn't find him in the woods.

"Dont you think we would look kind of lame, playing in the snow like kids?" He asked Sophia, turning to her now. He breathed in sharply when he saw her, trying his best not to just gasp out loud.

She was illuminated by the light of a street lamp. Fro tims perspective, it looked like there was an outline of light around her head. There were a few loose flakes of snow in her hair, caught in her fringe, falling onto her shoulders. She was smiling at him a bit, though tim wasn't exactly sure why. But he was absolutely sure of one thing in particular:

She looked beautiful.

He fought back the urge to just tell her that, because that could sound weird if he said it wrong, and he probably would have said it wrong.