[[ rewritten below for clarity, because my handwriting is like madonna’s career: messy & flamboyant. i was determined to fit it on that one page ;; OTL ]]
Jordan and Nick are walking along to a bakery in the heart of New York. The worst of the snow has stopped, but the riotous urban epicenter has been muted, thanks to several layers of gossamer snowflakes.
Feeling the chill [in the air] barrel through her, Jordan huddles close to Nick in order to keep warm [maintain homeostasis.] Nick reties his scarf and holds his lady love tenderly around the waist, feeling a twinge of awkwardness when she leant her head on top of his; green cloche on top of grey fedora.
They reach the bakery and order hot chocolate & palmiers. On the cab ride back, they kiss algor & sugar from each others [sic] lips, and the pastry, chocolate and snowflakes in their stomachs soon turn to butterflies. ♥