He waves a hello and takes a few steps forward to meet her. I said I'd be a good chauffeur he smirks and leans down to kiss her hello in the middle of the snow.

He still isn't used to the idea that he's allowed himself to just feel good and not secondguess something like this and so it's a little extra luxurious when he does.

Eventually he pulls back to open the door for her - it'd be a little more gentlemanly if it wasn't mostly because her hands are full - and cross around to slide into the driver's seat. When she's settled he pulls out, a little more careful for having a passenger. Those smell amazing, he nods at the cookies. You didn't tell me you're a baker too.