closed for @hazelwiddecombe
roman hid his face behind his scarf as he waited in front of the ice cream shop. little snow flakes got landed in his messy hair and stuck to his eyelashes. he loved the snow and the cold, but usually he didn’t have to wait in the snow, so now he felt the cold creep into his clothes and he had to admit he did not enjoy this aspect of winter so much. however, the sight of hazel appearing from the curtain of snowflakes coming down made a bright smile appear on his face. he’d texted her ‘ice cream’, and then made his way over to the ice cream shop straight out of work, not even waiting for a reply. he knew she’d be there. this was their thing, she had to be. ‘someone took our spot.’ he said in a whiny tone as soon as hazel was within hearing distance. ‘see, this is why i said we should superglue a “reserved” sign to the table.’