The snow was a day or two old. A few people had walked across the lawn in the days since it was fresh. The sun had threatened to melt it, but only created a sparkling crust as the cold set in deeper.
He took a step. She took a step. He took a step. She took a step.
His man-feet plowed a way for her brave shoes to stay clear of the white cold. He took care of her.
She shivered a little. The cold was only getting deeper as the sun sank behind city’s skyline. He teased her a little about emoting Rudolph, she giggled and returned the favor.
But she was still cold. Very cold. Laughing made it fun, but didn’t take away the chill.
He held her hands, cradling them between his fingers. But it didn’t help. His hands were too cold to bring warmth to her. So he improvised: he breathed onto them, gave her a moment respite from the numbing cold. He took care of her.
He made it to the rink first. He owned skates, so didn’t need to make it through the long line for a rental. Around and around and around he whisked across the ice. He made it look easy, natural. Showing off a little, he scraped to a stop sending ice chips flying.
She took a minute to catch her balance on the ice. Not for lack of skill, of course, but for lack of quality blades: the rental boots and its plastic weren’t amiable to balance. He grabbed her hand, kept her balance, kept her comfortable while she settled onto the ice. He took care of her.