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Snowball

We were walking through the snow. My hand was in your pocket, holding yours and feeling it's warmth.
We just came back from a cafe and talked a little on our way to your car.
I looked at the snow that was falling to the ground slowly and smiled a little.
An idea popped up in my head. With a grin on my face I took some of the snow off of a car, made it into a ball and threw it on your back. I laughed when I saw you turn around in surprise. With a smirk you said quietly: "We'll see who'll laugh like that later..." and proceeded to make a ball out of snow yourself before throwing it at me. We kept playing and laughing until we had to head back home.