It was cold, quiet, the perfect silent night. A light dusting of snow covered everything, lending a sparkle to the evening. In that stillness, people wandered down the street, though not many. Even for the late Christmas shoppers, it was too dark and too cold for the most part. No, the folks wandering now were doing so to enjoy just what drove everyone else off.
Among the sparse crowds, a couple walked, holding hands. The girl beamed as she looked around, lights coloring the shiny surface of the snow covered ground. It was all so lovely, so perfectly Christmassy.
The boy, however, wasn't looking at the lights, or the stars overhead, or the shops, still lit up as they hoped to attract one last customer. He was looking at her, at his Anna. He smiled softly, blushing and fiddling with the edges of his scarf. He wondered if she knew how beautiful she looked, her cheeks red from the cold, her hair blown back from her face by the wind...
Suddenly she looked up at him and grinned, kissing his