The man was wearing a black coat, his figure tall and slender, his face cold and stern. He carried about him the chill of the snowy day.
He held the young lady in his long arms, who rested in the crook of his elbow.
One was black, the other white. One was cold, the other soft. One was tall and slender, the other small and delicate. A feast of extreme aesthetics, one could only exclaim what a perfect match they were.
The man lowered his gaze, his stern brows soft as a spring shower, "Are you okay?"
Aubree Groove quietly stepped aside and shook her head, "Why are you here?"
The man's gaze dimmed, his magnetic voice deep and gentle, "I happened to be passing by when I heard you were shopping and thought I'd pick you up on my way back."
Solene Moore's surprised voice shattered the silence of the scene.
"Mr. Rinto?"
