"Don't take it off anymore." Henry Dales spoke as he brushed the snow off her shoulders and opened the umbrella once again.
The two of them walked slowly along the street.
Behind them was a series of footprints, varying in depth.
The shoes crunched in the snow, making a sizzling sound.
The large umbrella shielded the drifting snowflakes from above, while the handsome man in a black coat held the umbrella, tilting most of it toward the woman beside him, thus snow settled on his half-shouldered.
The man was strikingly handsome, the kind that captivates you at first glance, and makes it hard to look away.
Compared to the man's striking appearance, the woman's looks were less remarkable, but although she wasn't a stunning beauty, she was quite pleasing to the eye and grew more likable the longer you looked at her.
The combination of a handsome man and a beautiful woman is always a delightful sight, no matter the time or place.
