After New York entered December, it seemed that every day was colder than the day before. The cold wind shuttling through the streets was like a robber, determined to take away all the heat from every inch of people's exposed skin.

Although the thick and soft cashmere scarf almost buried your entire face, you still couldn't help but shrink your shoulders. You didn't care about the backpack that was swinging around because of your running posture. You just wanted to get into the hot room as soon as possible.

When Eddie Brock heard the noise, he looked up and saw a girl who was wrapped up as if she had just come back from the mountains. She was trembling as she walked towards you.

You thanked the waiter who helped you take off your coat and hang it up. After you sat down, you shook your head and complained to Eddy, "This isn't New York. It should be called Winterfell."

Today, Mr. Block wore a well-tailored dark suit. The stubble on his chin had disappeared without a trace. His whole face was as tender as a little white rabbit that had just come out of its nest in spring. Coupled with his pair of gentle and affectionate caramel eyes, he was so cute that people wanted to hug him and stroke his fur.

He seemed to blush whenever he looked at you. He blinked his eyes quickly and agreed, "Yes, it should be called Winterfell." He paused for a few seconds and then added hesitantly, "Did you … just move to New York?"

You tilted your head and thought about how to answer him. Eddy's expression was a little strange. He immediately said, "No offense." After that, he looked at you eagerly.

You smiled and squinted your eyes. "I'm not an American. I just moved here to study two years ago."

"… Study?" Eddy was a little dumbfounded. "You're still underage?"

"Hey bro, I'm a legal adult!" You stared at him. "I'm a graduate student at a university here!

Why are they all like this? "You pouted." Every time I enter a bar, they check my ID first. "

"Sorry."

Eddie heaved a sigh of relief. "I was already prepared to be taken away by the police."

You put on a poker face and couldn't help but smile. You put your hand to your ear and pretended to be on the phone. You imitated a child's voice and said softly, "Hello?

Are you a policeman?

There's a strange uncle here who wants to ask me out. "

"I'm not, I'm not," Eddy waved her hand and explained to the non-existent police in the air, "No, no, no, I'm not a pervert!"

If you were sitting at home and didn't need to care about your image, you would probably be laughing your ass off.

"What about you?

Have you always lived in New York? "

"Well … I worked in New York a few years ago, and then I went to San Francisco for some reasons.

Now I'm back in New York, "Eddy took a sip of wine and said in an indifferent tone," but I've always been a reporter. Well, I have some fame. "

"…" You say, "Oh oh!

Yes, great reporter Eddie Brock, I know you! "

Eddy stared at you for a while. "… You haven't seen me on TV, have you?"

Your gaze drifted away. "Actually, I don't really watch TV …" Not to mention news programs.

"But from today onwards, I'll watch your news." You felt a little ashamed under Eddy's gaze. "I'll watch it every day."

"Why?"

Eddy slowly smiled and gazed at you with soft caramel-colored eyes. "Why do you start watching it today?"

You moved closer to him and replied with a smile, "Because I like you."

As a result, this handsome guy in a suit and leather shoes who looked like a ruffian blushed as if he was on fire under your very honest direct shot.

You planned to let him go for the time being and solve the dessert first.

If you ignore the red tips of the man's ears, the "skillful" and "courteous" appearance he is now showing is indeed very convincing. Eddie maintained his handsome and elegant expression, and while your attention was temporarily diverted, he quickly and softly attacked Venom, who had been muttering all the time.

Venom's demonic laughter echoed in your mind like a barbell.

Eddy scolded fiercely, "Shut up!

Stupid parasite! "

Venom: Laughing.

Eddy: … Beast.

"Speaking of which, your tattoos …" You looked at his arms curiously. "The cool ones …"

Eddy subconsciously looked at his arms. "Oh, I got them when I was seventeen." He shrugged. "You know, boys at that age like things that look cool.

I didn't do a proper job since I was a child. I fought and drank with the hooligans on the street every day. My dad's hairline was bald. "

"And then?"

"Then I said it would be interesting to be a reporter. My dad was so happy that he cried. He said I could finally be of some use."

"You are now a big reporter in New York." You clinked glasses with him. "You do what you like and do what you like well."

He lowered his eyelashes and smiled.

"But I still think the seventeen-year-old you —"

"— is a fool." He interrupted.

"— Very cute." You gestured in the air. "A cool boy who doesn't admit defeat even after being beaten, who occasionally swears, who is a rascal but still cares a lot about his father."

Eddy curled his lips and looked at the flower decorations on the glass window. "… He is a fool."

You had good eyesight. You clearly saw the whole process when he wanted to laugh but pretended to be indifferent.

"So what are you studying in New York?" Eddy changed the subject. "Economics?

Biology?

Computing? "

"Law."

Eddy seemed to be stunned.

You said, "I want to be a lawyer." You added in a low voice, "… It's been my dream since I was a child."

Eddy nodded slowly and said gently, "You like the law?"

"… I like justice." Although it sounded shameful, you stuttered and said it.

You lowered your head for a while, but Eddy didn't say anything.

You carefully looked up at him through the gap between the glass and the window, only to find that he was quietly watching you.

The golden light sprinkled on his dark short hair and shoulders like icing. His eyes were warm and soft, like the stars in the clear winter night sky of New York. He smiled softly when his eyes met yours. "What a great dream."

"Such a good dream." He reached out his thumb and rubbed the corner of your mouth. "Don't be shy about it, Arya."

The way he said "Arya" was so affectionate and pleasant that you were the one blushing this time.

"I, I know." You looked away and stuttered.

By the time you finished dinner, the streets of New York were already brightly lit outside the window. The pedestrians came and went in a hurry, and puffs of white mist came out of their breaths.

You hugged Eddy, trying to make yourself feel less cold. He only had a windbreaker on top of his suit. Walking on the street in December's winter night was like taking a walk in the park in early spring.

You stared at his exposed neck enviously. He even unbuttoned the top button as if he hated the feeling of being strangled by the collar.

He noticed your stare and lowered his head. He blinked innocently and asked, "Shall I take you home?"

You shivered and said yes.

But by the time he leads you to that cool looking motorcycle that's freezing to death on your knees, you want to go back five minutes and smack that idiot in the head.

Eddy had already straddled the motorcycle and put one leg on the steps of the walkway. Seeing you standing there stupidly, he stuffed another white helmet into your arms.

"…" It was definitely a seductive beauty.

You bet that you wanted to refuse, but Mr. Brock just smiled at you and you climbed onto the back of the motorcycle in a daze.

Eddy closed the windshield of the helmet. His voice sounded a little muffled. "Are you sitting tight?"

"Yes —"

Eddy paused, turned around and pinched your right cheek. "Wearing it like this for the whole journey, your face will be cold when you get off the motorcycle." He raised his hand to close the windshield and knocked on the glass. "Are you stupid?"

You were glad that the helmet covered your tomato red face.

Eddie was riding at a very fast speed. Even though he was wearing a helmet, the sound of the wind could be heard.

However, most of the cold wind was blocked by the person in front of you. You pulled his jacket back and put your arms around his waist at the next acceleration.

Eddy seemed to stiffen for a moment.

You laughed silently and hugged him tighter.

After you got out of the car, you took off your helmet and handed it to Eddie. He took it obediently, but he didn't take it off himself. You looked at him standing there quietly, so you took a few steps forward and took off his helmet too.

He blinked and looked at you.

"Goodbye." You stood on tiptoe and pinched his cheek.

"… Goodbye."

Eddy Brock watched you go upstairs. When he saw that your window was lit, he turned around and got on the motorcycle.

He held the white helmet in his hands and was lost in thought for a moment.

[Idiot.

You should have kissed her!]

"Shut up, you," he said softly.

[Hey, Eddy.]

"Shut up."

[Don't touch that stupid helmet. Look up!]

"I won't."

Suddenly — his hanging head was lifted up by someone and there was a soft touch on the corner of his lips.

"See you next time." You kissed the place where you had pinched it a little red.

Eddy grabbed your wrist.

His beautiful eyes shone in the dark. "See you tomorrow?"

You smiled. His bangs fell over his forehead. "See you tomorrow."

Fine white ice crystals silently swirled down from the sky, as if someone had accidentally knocked over a box of icing. The air was filled with a cool sweetness.