Marco entered his hotel room, sighing. He gazed out his window, smiling a little. The glassy white snow actually looked quiet beautiful when you weren't freezing to death in it. He looked over at the clock.

10:50

Wow, today sure had flown right by. He crawled into his bed and pulled the covers over him. Letting out a small yawn, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

***

Marco ran through downtown, trying to get to Tim Horton's where he was supposed to meet. He was already late, he hoped Patrick hadn't left yet.

Marco was in such a hurry, he didn't even grab his jacket, so he was freezing. He hurried inside the Tim Horton's once he found it.

Patrick looked up and gasped. Seeing Marco shivering, he hurried over and hugged him tightly, burying his face into the Cuban's chest.

"Marco! Your freezing!"

Marco didn't reply, he was so cold, he didn't have time to get caught up in the Mainer's cuteness. So he just pulled Patrick closer to him.

"If I may say, you two are like the cutest couple ever." One of the waitresses told them.

Marco and Patrick both blushed. "We're just friends!"

Though secretly, they wanted to be more.