"Hey," she says, turning to me, hoping to catch my attention.
"Yeah?"
"Isn't that beautiful?" She asks, pointing outside of the bus that's slowly cruising on the highway we were on.
"What's beautiful?" I ask, despite already knowinf the answer.
"The white snow on the ground? It's really pretty."
Like you.
"Yeah," I respond, with a soft smile plastered across my face.
Gosh her smile is so fucking gorgeous.
"Mhmm," she mutters, smiling once more before looking at the innocent shades of white fluttering down towards the ground.
Snow.