Winter was always a beautiful season in the small town of Breckenridge, Colorado. On this cold November day, the city was covered in a glistening white blanket and the trees were decorated with snow. Since school had been canceled, all of the children hurried to the local park to build snowman, have snowball fights, and go sledding, while the adults went about doing their daily chores and walking beside the icy roads, including two teenagers: Ethan and Mercy. Ethan was very prepared for this chilly day; he was wearing a thick blue jacket, old brown tennis shoes, gloves, and a thick beanie. Mercy, on the other hand, was fine with just a long-sleeved shirt, jeans, converse shoes, a jacket, and gloves.
"So, were you impressed with my excellent driving skills?" Ethan asked, staring up at the sky.
"Impressed?" Mercy laughed softly. "Ethan, I could've sworn that the driving instructor was pretty aggravated with you."
Ethan draped his arm over his friend's shoulders. "Aw, c'mon." He then scanned Mercy's face. "Hey, you're blushing!"
"Am not!" she protested. "It's just because of the cold!"
Ethan didn't answer. Instead, he bent down and began to scoop up some snow. Finally, he tossed a snowball at Mercy, laughing.
"You better start running, Fire Face!" she exclaimed.