"Okay, I want to ask you something", Oliver said breaking the silence and distracting both of us from the 'creepy' constant staring at the cabin's door.

I nodded.

"Did you really get upset when I said I'm not a huge fan of Twilight earlier?", he asked all serious.

I guffawed.

"I'm serious!", he exclaimed but soon enough joined me laughing.

"Phew! That was a nice laugh. Thanks!", I said when I could finally take a breath without giggling.

"Okay", I started, breathed out and in, and continued, "in the matter of facts I really love that series. Yes, I was pulling your leg earlier. But nonetheless, I love Twilight - both the movies and the books. They bring me nice memories and when I rewatch or reread them I feel warm, and cozy, and at home. But that's how it is with the things you love, you know?!"

He nodded, "Yeah, I know what you mean. I loved watching and rewatching Back to the Future when I was a kid. I still find it amusing and brings me a lot of good memories."

"I think I've heard of it but never watched it", I confessed.

"You haven't? Really!?", he looked pretty surprised.

"Nope. Why?"

"You love Twilight but have never watched Back to the Future", he repeated.

"Yes, and?"

"How old are you?", he asked with funny tone. I giggled.

"I'm 24, why?"

"Phew!", he exclaimed, "I thought for a moment that I was fl...", Oliver mumbled the last word, and scratched his neck. He blushed, and I suppressed my smile though it was so hard.

"Ahhh", he stuttered, "Well...ahh... Never mind... We should correct this mistake. You should have better taste!"

"Heyyy", I slapped his arm. "Don't start again!", I scolded him playfully. "And how old are you? You reacted so weirdly on my age confession."

"I'm 29", he replied.

I thought for a moment, calculating.

"Ohhh! Now I get it!" I slapped lightly my thigh, and smiled at him. " You were "too mature" for Twilight. And it was not "cool" enough to watch it, or what?", I joked with him.

"Yeah", he laughed shortly. "Plus that, I'm not taking movie or book recommendations from a twelve-year-old", he said seriously, but I saw the playful spark in his eyes.

"Oh, really, grandpa? You don't?!", I riposted, and stepped back.

I approached the entrance to the cabin carelessly, but before he could react I bent down and scooped up snow from the pile next to the doorstep, turned and threw it at Oliver. The snowball crashed into his chest.

I giggled, his face expression was priceless. I grabbed my phone from the pocket and took a shot before he could realize it.

I opened the photo, and showed it to him from distance, "It goes directly on my screen", I chackled.

He started nodding and turned his back on me. Then he ran to another snow pile, scooped a significant amount of it, and spun towards me.

"Now you gonna get it!", Oliver said, and stepped towards me. 

"Nooo!", I cackled, and looked around.

Near the cabin, there was not very tall tree with thin stem, it probably was a young fruit tree, maybe apricot. It was beautiful with its branches heavy with snow. 

Oliver was approaching carefully as a predator, but he was getting closer fast with every wide step of his. I ran behind the tree, using it as a shelter.

"Don't hide, it's not fair", he said.

"Yeah, and to let you hit me with that giant snowball!? You wish!"

To my surprise, he dropped the snowball and walked over to me with his hands up.

"All right, truce", he said.

"How come? Will you give up so easily?", I asked, a little disappointed. I stepped forth from behind the tree, but remaining safe under its branches, and folded my arms across my chest. I looked at him askance. "You really ARE a grandpa. Hmm", I snorted.

I was trying to challenge him because it was fun, and I still hadn't paid him back for the snowball in my face from earlier.

"Well, maybe I am", he said, stepping over to me, his hands still in the air.

"Pffff, you're not funny at all", I said in a tricksy tone.

"Hmm, I knew you would say that", Oliver said, and a mischievous smile bloomed on his face.

Before I knew it he reached for the nearby branch and pulled it.

My eyes widened, I stretched my arms forward, "Nooo," slipped out of my mouth just as the snow from the tree fell on me.

My hands fell down and clung to my body, I closed my eyes, and shrugged. 

"Hey, stoooop!", I squealed.

But snow continued falling on me.

I shivered, "I'm serious! Is cold!"

"Okay, okay", he said. I slightly opened my eyes and vaguely saw him stepping back.

I bent down to shake off the snow, but in the meantime I scooped up of it. "Oh, you have no idea what you just did!", I thought and a smug stretched my lips. But I wiped the smile away and furrowed my brows, and got up. I walked heavily away from the tree and Oliver, keeping my hands full of snow down, so he couldn't foresee what I was aiming to do. 

I stopped in a proper distance still with my back at him, and started patting myself to remove the snow from my clothes. Or so I wanted Oliver to think.

"Are you mad?", he asked, but I kept on patting myself in silence. 

He moved. His heavy steps were approaching me. I smirked.

"Come on! I'm sorry! I really didn't want to...", but he didn't finish, actually he couldn't finish because...

He had come close enough behind me, and just as he touched my shoulder, I spun to him, and with a wide smile stuck two handfuls of snow on his face.

I stepped back from him, saw the result of my prank, and burst out laughing.

"You just didn't see it coming, did ya?" I told him with a laugh.

But he recovered fast. Oliver swiped the snow of his face, and in a nick of time he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to a nearby snowbank.

"Nooo! Let me go!", I squealed laughing.

We both fell in the snowbank laughing hard.

I rolled to face him, and reached for the snow but he caught my hand and pressed it to his chest. We looked at each other with sparkling eyes and grinning from ear to ear.

"Have you been looking for me?" A cold male voice brought us out of the haze of this magical moment.

We were both startled.

Oliver quickly stood up and pulled me to my feet. We patted the snow from us and embarrassedly approached the man.

"Are you Mr. Arnold Harris?", Oliver asked calmly.

"Yes. Have you been looking for me?" The man asked, scrutinizing us with narrowed eyes. He furrowed his brows. Apparently he was not satisfied.

"Yes, we need to talk to you", I said, and smiled shyly.

Mr. Harris turned his back on us and said over his shoulder, "We'll talk inside. You have five minutes."