Winter in Czanch was bone-chilling.

Edwin bundled up in a thick sweater and made his way to Dylan's car.

Seeing the fancy gifts in the trunk and Dylan's robust physique, Edwin figured Dylan had put in some serious effort over the past couple of years just to please Olivia.

Trying to please a woman could be a real chore.

Edwin took two packs of smokes from the pile of gifts. "My father quit. These are mine."