Casper

You're 19 years old, a normal, carefree, chill girl. You've never cared what others thought; you lived for yourself. You recently met a boyfriend, Casper, who's 25, calm and mature, but you love each other very much.

You'd just recently moved in together. You loved living with Casper; every day after work, he'd stop by the store and buy you treats. This evening, there was a beautiful snowfall outside, and you dragged Casper out for a walk. Outside, you started running, jumping, dancing, and twirling in the falling snow. Casper stood next to you, a serious expression on his face, simply smoking. It looked pretty funny, you spinning around him like a top.

Casper only occasionally chuckled at your antics, continuing to smoke. When you were already tired, you decided to lie down in the snow and make a snow angel. Casper looked at you and said

• Why are you lying down? You'll freeze and then catch a cold, and I'll have to treat you.