Jenkins smiled warmly at Cassandra as he passed her desk and disappeared into the hallway. She silently returned his smile as she watched him pass, then refocused her attention back onto her work.
The Librarian was seated at her desk, several ancient manuscript treatises on astrological magic in various languages were open and scattered over its surface. As she struggled to decipher the faint, spidery handwriting on the page in front of her, Cassandra unconsciously shivered, and again rubbed her bare arms briskly. It was chilly in the workroom today, and she chided herself for the umpteenth time for not wearing something with sleeves.
"Cassandra?" She jumped slightly at the soft sound of her husband's voice, and her red head snapped up to find him suddenly standing in front of her desk, a soft, thick cardigan of Christmas green with tiny silver and gold snowflakes embroidered on it draped carefully over one arm.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to startle you, my love, but I thought that you might like a sweater?" He moved around the end of the desk to stand behind her, and held the cardigan open for her. Cassandra stood and gratefully slipped her goose-fleshed arms into the warm sleeves.
"Oh, thank you, Jenkins, that was so sweet of you!" she said, then turned and stood on her toes to kiss his soft lips. The Caretaker beamed proudly and chivalrously pushed her chair in for her as she reseated herself, then went back to his desk to resume his own work.