Winter had been around for a while, and the deeper the night, the lower the temperature became.
When they came out of the restaurant, the sky had started to shower down a fine, dense rain that looked like silver needles under the streetlights.
Hannah, who had some drinks this evening, had a faint blush on her soft white cheeks, as smooth as cream. Her eyes were hazy, warm light spilling over them as her eyelashes fluttered gently.
She lifted her head, looking at the man beside her with a bright smile, full of coquetry, and softly called out, "Arnold."
A light aroma of alcohol passed her nose, rendered even more intoxicating wrapped in her subtle fragrance.
Arnold took his coat and draped it over her, carefully wiping the raindrops from her brows, and gently asked, "How much longer do you want to stand here?"
The rain was becoming heavier, like crushed sugar sprinkled on the people, coating them with a layer of sweet stickiness before long.