At ten minutes past midnight, the temperature was slightly lower than during the day. The chilly wind blew against her face, making her shiver. Suddenly, someone draped a suit jacket over her shoulders, instantly providing warmth. Cherish Turner turned her wooden head and saw William Griffith's handsome and resolute side profile, devoid of any emotion, his eyes deep and dark.
"Wear it." William Griffith drawled, taking a drag on his cigarette.
"Thank you," she whispered, gathering the coat around her. His jacket draped over her body was far too big, making her look like a little girl who had stolen an adult's clothes.
"It's getting late." William Griffith said indifferently, suddenly getting up and making to leave.
Cherish Turner became a bit anxious and blurted out, "Tomorrow is Saturday, so we don't have to work. It's okay. Let's..." She paused, then said softly, "Let's chat for a while longer."
