"Look, snow is falling." I chuckle, looking up at the sky then the ground. "I call it my Snowflake warmth." He says, making me turn my head towards him. What the hell did that mean? "Why?" I questioned, seeing that he was looking at the snow also. "It comforts me. It makes all my problems go away." Then he looks at me, "But now you're my snowflake warmth." In which two teens from very different worlds, find each other.