We met in the middle of an ice storm, where the wind was howling like a pack of wolves and the snow was falling like a million tiny feathers. It was a night to remember, and not just because I almost got frostbite.
Her name was Luna, and she was a meteorologist with a penchant for adventure. She had been tracking the storm for days, and when she finally got stuck in my car, she knew exactly what was going on.
We huddled together for warmth, and before I knew it, we were sharing stories and laughter like old friends. The howling wind and creaking trees were like a symphony to our conversation.
I never did get frostbite, but I did get a kiss that would melt the coldest of hearts.