— Jeff. Go inside to warm up. She closed the door behind him, and invited him to sit on her little two-seater sofa. She went to get him a hot towel, that she gently placed on his shoulders.
— Do you want something to drink ? A cup of tea perhaps ? It would do you good, you're cold. He replied with a nod. Her large blue eyes watched him with a tragic air.
She carried to him the cup.
— You'll never guess who's here !
His eyes widened, looking puzzled. Annie went to the bathroom. Their hands, one inside the other, interlacing, it jumped at his eyes. His thumb stroked gently her fragile hand. He got up immediately, and tries to take over all its consistency and look confident, despite what he had seen.
— Oh. Vaughn.