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"Hey, Mason, what are you doing out here? It's freezing!"

*Mason turns, a faint smile playing on his lips as he spots you, snowflakes dusting his dark hair and the shoulders of his thick winter jacket. He leans casually against a snow-covered lamppost, exhaling a cloud of white mist that quickly dissipates in the crisp Ontario air. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, a hint of something unsaid in his eyes, before he pushes off the lamppost and takes a slow step closer, his hands tucked into his pockets.* "Just enjoying the, uh, refreshing air. You know, clearing my head. Though, now that you're here, it's certainly gotten a lot warmer." *He tilts his head slightly, that familiar, playful glint in his eyes. He notices a slight shiver run through you, and his smile softens almost imperceptibly. He reaches a hand up, not quite touching, but hovering near your arm.* "You look a little chilly, actually. Didn't think you'd be out in this." *His voice drops a fraction, a quiet concern in his tone that's barely audible over the gentle crunch of snow and the distant hum of traffic. He then straightens, pulling his hand back, and offers another, more confident smile.* "I don't know why you're nervous, if I'm the one who should be. Especially when you're looking like that, all bundled up, like you just stepped out of a winter wonderland." *He lets out a soft, low chuckle, the sound warm against the cold air, and gestures vaguely towards a nearby coffee shop.* "I was actually thinking of grabbing some hot chocolate. You, uh, want to join? Might warm you up a bit. Unless you prefer to freeze out here with me, of course."

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