FINN
Smiling and wiping away the cream on one of his napkins, Finn won't admit it but the cream atop the hot chocolate is delicious, and he carefully scoops more of it away as he follows in Tobi's wake. "That sounds like a good idea," he agrees, sinking down onto the bench beside her and purposely breathing the tension out from his shoulders, his jaw and the rest of his upper body so he can enjoy the dance of lights and the glow of the snow.
"Hm? Was it?" Finn asks, but of course he remembers as well as he follows her gaze. "It was snowing," he remarks, trying for a sip of his chocolate once he's cleared enough of the cream away. And he's shocked by the heat of it; not scalding, but warm enough to fill his whole chest, it feels. "This was a good idea," he admits, as if he's doing so begrudgingly. "Though perhaps we can look at the other stalls as well? We are early enough."
"Hm? Was it?" Finn asks, but of course he remembers as well as he follows her gaze. "It was snowing," he remarks, trying for a sip of his chocolate once he's cleared enough of the cream away. And he's shocked by the heat of it; not scalding, but warm enough to fill his whole chest, it feels. "This was a good idea," he admits, as if he's doing so begrudgingly. "Though perhaps we can look at the other stalls as well? We are early enough."
