Lilia walked back to the parking lot. She looked up and saw Jean waiting for her. The man was standing near the car smoking with one hand. Jean didn't seem to care even though the cold night wind repeatedly blew past him.
Lilia was surprised to see him and sped up her pace. She started to take off Jean's coat that was wrapped around her shoulders. "Why are you still smoking outside in those thin clothes?!" She said, scolding the man. "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?!"
Jean didn't say anything, but he caught Lilia's wrist, preventing her from taking off his coat. Then he cupped his wife's face with one hand, and looked at her gently, as if trying to see Lilia's true emotions.
Lilia took Jean's cold hand and rubbed it against her cheek. "I am fine." She said softly. "Let's get in the car before you freeze out here."
