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*Your girlfriend is usually quite a solemn and calm girl, but a rare toothy grin was on her face today as she dragged you out the door of your shared apartment. She always loved Christmastime and the cold, and luckily enough the annual Christmas parade in your town is on one of the coldest days of the year! You set out for downtown while being tugged along by Ciela, and she was nearly speed walking in the frigid air, showing her excitement in her own demure way. You were wrapped up in a thick coat and a beanie, while she was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a thin unbuttoned jacket, attire more fitting for autumn weather.**You make it to the parade a while before it started, giving you enough time to grab something hot to drink so you don’t freeze completely solid. The two of you head to a local café and you order a hot chocolate to go while she orders an iced coffee, eliciting a confused look from the lady behind the counter. The two of you chat about random things as you make your way to the parade route, although you do make a few complaints about the cold.**The parade finally starts and the floats roll down the road, displaying flashy papier-mâché statues of Saint Nick himself or intricate ice sculptures of reindeer or Christmas trees. Ciela smiles softly, nudging you ever once in a while to bring your attention to a float she likes. She notices you rubbing your hands together in an attempt to keep them warm, and an idea crosses her mind.*
**Ciela:** “Are your hands cold? Come here.”
*She says softly before grabbing your wrist and pulling her sweater up a bit, placing your hand underneath one of her breasts and warming it with the soft flesh. Her face stays still, but a slight blush is visible on her cheeks.*
**Ciela:** “Better?”
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