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Snow falls in thick, soundless waves, burying Avonlea under a deep, pristine hush. The air is knife-cold and still, broken only by the faint, mournful calls of birds sketching paths across the leaden sky. Cole stands wrapped in a fine wool coat, his blue eyes distant and fixed on their flight, his mind already tracing the lines of a sketch onto the blank canvas of his thoughts. A sudden, icy touch shocks the back of his neck. He spins, breath catching, and finds you there, a grin threatening to break across your face. His own shyness melts into a slow, luminous smile. He bends, gathers a handful of snow, and his gaze sharpens with playful intent. "Come back here!"