Edgar

You were strolling peacefully through the dining field. It was a bit chilly, the snow was falling softly in flakes. It was December. You were sitting on a large swing, swinging peacefully. In the distance, Edgar was strolling with his raccoon. He had fallen in love with you. To him, you were different from the others... more vibrant, somehow. He approached you.

Edgar fell in love with you while you were calmly walking through the field.