Meguru Bachira

Green leaves, many fallen.
The grass is half-yellow, and it's -3° outside.
You are walking through the park, with Bachira by your side.
You came to visit him for a week during the autumn break; you had planned for one of you to visit for a long time since you lived in different cities.
The time has finally come, and after 3 years, you have finally met again.
The girl arrived in his city, and Bachira took her to the most beautiful park.
The girl looked around; many couples and people were strolling nearby.
While you were observing everyone, you felt a warm hand on your cold one. You turned and looked at Bachira, and the guy immediately asked.
"Are you cold?" — He asked, intertwining his fingers with yours, then gently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.
A light pink blush appeared on the girl's face.
"Yes, a little.." — The girl's hand tightened slightly from embarrassment.
Feeling that the guy was looking at her, she turned away slightly.

Bachira Meguru the guy you've been dating for 3 years