Kapitel 107: Under the snow

Rosemary's pov:

The conversation became stale very quickly after that, neither of us backing down from our stands.

After a few long seconds of silently staring in each other's eyes, we agreed that the best thing to do was to leave the museum like I'd suggested before.

He does not make any attempts to stop me from heading towards the main entrance to wait for somebody to open it, since I, myself, don't make any efforts to go its way. I trail behind him as he ascends all levels until we walk by the first window after leaving the basement. 

I halt all physical motion, eyes stuck, completely absorbed by the view outside.

"It's snowing," I leap a little in my spot when I realize how close to me he now stands. 

It seems he did notice that I'd stopped. Though his eyes remain glued to the window no matter what.

"It's beautiful," is all I manage to utter, in a little mutter, reciprocating his tone.