You tightly pull you orange fox hat onto your head more. Sly puts his arm around you, his matching hat on his head. The wind blasts more powerfully, and he has to hold it on his head with his other hand to keep it on.
"Geez, this wind!" Sly giggles as he opens the door to the Tim Horton's. He lightly pushes you inside the warm building first, then slips in himself. The warm air mixed with the smells of coffee, icecream (courtesy of the Cold Stone Cremery attatched to it), and hot chocolate makes you shiver.
Sly brings you up to the counter and mutters to the women at the counter that you both want hot chocolates. You get peppermint and he gets a regular.
"Can I have a sip of yours babe?" He asks you. You nod and hand it to him. He takes a small sip, shivering and giggling. He hands it back to you and you smile.
"You're adorable SlyFox," You smile, kissing his cheek softly.
"So are you, (Y/N)," He smiles as he pulled you into his chest. You lightly push him back, not wanting to spill either of your drinks. You sit down at a table and he sits across from you. As you hold your drink in one hand, you hold his hand in your other.
"Think we can make it home before the blizzard starts?" Sly asks. You nod, biting your lip. Truth is, you're hoping to get home before it starts. You hate blizzards.
"We will," You assure him, but really you're assuring yourself more than him.
"I know we will," He giggles. "Are you ready to leave yet?"
"If you are," You nod. Sly nods and stands up, bringing you and your guys' drinks with him and you. You rush to the car, not spilling a drop of either of the hot drinks. You both get in and Sly drives off to home where you both cuddle.
