She clutched her thin cloak around her, the feeling of her dancing outfit not helping the cold feeling. The snow continued to pile, like many had guessed, but she had nothing else but sheer cloaks and her thin dancer outfit — the weather could not have been worse.
❝ It is a lot. ❞
❝ Maybe sometime next week…?❞
White knuckles gripped at the fabric of his cloak, irises sliding over to where the dancer stood, who was practically shivering. Gaius let out a huff as he turned on his heel, refusing to stand in the cold anymore. He paced in the snow, his boots clomping out repeated pattern in the snow as he tried to stay warm.
“ Ya want my cloak? You look pretty cold, Olivia. ”
