Ayanonono

A soft cold snowball hit Nathalie’s face and broke into white smithereens. Nathalie rubbed away the remains of the cold snow on her face away and tried to counter attack the culprit. She missed and ended up getting hit by another attack of snowball again. This time, she fell down on the soft yet cold white blankets of snow. Nathalie remained lying on the snow and admired the clouds that look like they were dancing with the sun. “Why are you day dreaming in the middle of the game?” a voice questioned Nathalie as she felt herself being pulled by a hand that is similar to her size. Nathalie gave out a slight giggle as the owne