Chapitre 300: I have to admit, in many ways, you're more mature than I am

"In this cold weather, you're wearing just that?"

When Sam, dressed in a thick black hoodie and jeans, got into the car, he noticed Mia's outfit. She still looked like a dashing female motorcyclist, her attire hardly suitable for the season. 

Her thin white trench coat and the plain shirt underneath did little to suggest warmth. Though she wore boots and stockings, her outfit seemed more appropriate for summer.

Mia's graceful figure, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and her fair cheeks flushed from the cold, she huffed, "What? Starting to worry about me?"

Sam shook his head. "There's a lot of flu going around; I'm worried you might give it to me."

"You don't care at all, do you?" Mia said, feigning hurt.

Sam chuckled as he looked at her. "If you want me to care, you should dress more sensibly. Aren't you just asking for a cold in that outfit?"

"It's fine, I'm quite robust. Besides, I'd rather freeze than dress up like a bear."