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SNOW GLOBE Saturday, December 19th. It was snowing. I was on my way to the Christmas market in New York. Wrapped up in gloves, a scarf, and a hat, I walked along the snowy street, passing decorated windows, strings of lights, and Christmas wreaths hanging on the doors. I was just about to turn the corner when I accidentally bumped into someone. I only looked at him when he apologized. “Oops, sorry,” he said, catching me by the shoulder so I wouldn’t lose my balance. As I looked at him, I realized it was Jensen Ackles. “Um… no problem,” I said, responding to his apology. He looked at me for a few moments—just a little longer than necessary—before looking down. That was when he noticed that my handbag had fallen onto the ground. “Let me grab that…” He crouched down and picked up my bag. I watched him. “Thanks,” I replied, taking the bag he held out to me. Our fingers lightly brushed as I took it. “Um… I’m…” he started, but I interrupted him. “Jensen, I know.” He looked at me in surprise. I looked back at him. “I’m Elena,” I said, realizing I should probably introduce myself before the silence became awkward.