Whitened hair

When Victoria Garcia stepped out of her flat, she found that subtle snowflakes had gracefully begun to fall outside, melting instantly as they touched the ground.

Arnold Johnson stood outside her door, his eyes unmovingly fixed on her, a soft smile playing on his lips.

In the dim light, she looked at him, her expression almost dazed.

"How did you get here?"

He took her hand, his lips curling upwards in a suggestive smile, "I just missed you."

She looked at his elegant face tinged with a hint of masculine charm, strangely, hearing his words made her heart pound faster.

When he led her by the hand, away from her doorstep, she was surprisingly devoid of any thoughts of refusal.

In no time, they got into his car.

Throughout the drive, he held her hand from time to time, giving her a sense of being strongly needed, even more strangely, she found herself enjoying this feeling.

On Riverside Avenue, Arnold pulled over.