When Lilia and the man left the Lia Coffee Shop, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.
The small town was immersed in a dim, damp atmosphere. There were several street lamps by the river that flowed under the bridge, reflecting the golden light above the water's surface.
Lilia took her hand and walked down the rocky path. Her surroundings were very quiet, only the sound of footsteps in a regular rhythm could be heard. All the shops had closed their gates and the alleys were hidden behind the darkness of the night. The street lights could only illuminate some part of the alleys.
Jean walked slowly while glancing down one of the alleyways where the end could not be seen. He pulled Lilia into his arms and rubbed her shoulders. "Are you cold?" Jean asked, worried.
Lilia looked up and met the man's dark blue eyes. She leaned close to Jean's side and smiled lightly. "I'm not cold," she calmly answered.
